[ WP ] The Earth does not rotate . One side always faces the sun and is in continual daylight . The other side is in eternal night . Cultures on both side develop around this .

**Earth 2022** 
 
 *It is impossible to tell exactly how long it took, since each day was slower and more painful than the last. One thing is for certain; the earth did not simply stop spinning one day out of the blue*. 
 
 *Enough time passed for them to build the walls that divide us, it was long enough for them to ‘ protect ’ us from the dark zone, and to shield the twilight from any harmful outsiders. The scientists knew exactly where the safe zone would be. They knew that twilight would be the only place truly habitable in the new world. It was n't long before they closed off the borders, and all communication with the dark zone was shut off completely*. 
 
 *At the start we were warned that there was a far greater threat than this ‘ temporary disruption ’ to orbital patterns. It was reported that the Gunin Virus had become air born. We were told that closing the borders was only to protect us- If we didn ’ t block all travel immediately then the human race would be wiped out in a matter of months. They named it ‘ Project humanity ’, we were told it was our only chance of survival*. 
 
 *We were all fools to believe it. We were told over and over that tidal friction had caused nothing more than an anomaly, and that compared to the threat of Gunin it was of minor importance. Even after what would have been a year in the old world they still kept to the same story; that'these measures are a temporary solution, Gunin containment is of primary importance to Project Humanity'*. 
 
 *When the internet went down and we lost all modes of communication, society just crumbled. It's amazing how fast we lost our ability to fight back when they shut down our ability to share. They knew for certain that information in the hands of the people would be such a powerful tool against them that they simply had to destroy it. Daily broadcasts from world leaders were our only source of information. We had to believe them, simply because they were all we had left to rely on*. 
 
 *Once it became clear that the earth had stopped spinning, we finally lear n't at least part of the truth from our leaders - The announcement came that our world is now held in the same way that the moon is to the earth. We are caught in a tidal lock with the sun, and we will continue to orbit with synchronous rotation. One side of the earth will be left in eternal darkness, and the other will face the sun for eternity*. 
 
 *It soon became common knowledge that Gunin had been entirely fictional. It was simply a ploy to keep us at bay. This was the betrayal that should have sparked the uprising. But we were all just so powerless. Hunger had turned us to savages, barely surviving on the scraps they donated. Left out to fry in perpetual sunlight. The world leaders now decided to reassure us that those who lived in the darkness could not enter the light zone. Only the most unforgiving of creatures would survive in the darkness. We would have no room for them in the new world we were creating. We were subdued by our fear of the dark zone*. 
 
 *So this is the truth I must tell you, and I am one of the few people aware of it: We are the only outsiders. Obviously, no-one has survived in the dark zone. All those who hadn ’ t perished were moved into the twilight*. 
 
 *The most frightening reality is that the wall was built only to shield them from us. There is no second wall between the safe and the darkness. We are the outsiders, but nobody can see it*. 
 
 *Still we are told that we have to be protected from those in the darkness. That they are deprived, envious of our fortunes, and we should count ourselves unimaginably lucky to be here in the light. But hear me when I tell you that we are just prisoners to the daytime, and this scorched arid desert will be all we ever have to call home*. 
 
 
 
 **Present day** 
 
 
 
 The last known human in the light zone to have seen the old world died a hundred years ago today ( in old time ). Nobody keeps track anymore, but the passing of time is all that gives me purpose. He was my great grandfather. This note is the last trace of his being. The only trace of the old world that I know of, passed down through generations, and now, after my father was taken, I am the only one who is left. 
 
 Like everyone else, I was always told to fear everything that existed in the dark zone. Only the foulest of monsters could survive in the darkness. The will prey on your soul, feed on your energy. In the dark zone every element is ruthless and heartless. There is no room for good in unending nighttime. 
 
 But now I know the truth, that we are the monsters. The dark zone is a mere creation used to control us. To block us from seeing that every single day is just a struggle for survival. Of course we have tried to adapt. And many people here have the illusion of success. There are dark rooms set up all over the city. Many desperate people have moved underground in search of shelter from the rays. The earth here has been scorched to a cinder, so obviously nothing has any chance to grow. Water is the most valuable resource in the light zone. I have seen many be killed for just a few liters. We have to rely on donations from the safe zone. We fight over the scraps from their banquets; the mere morsels of nutrients that they drop from the skies, never daring to deliver by hand, obviously knowing the uproar that we would greet them with. 
 
 Those in the twilight are the only ones left who know both the day and the nighttime. I can only imagine from wild tales and from legends, of the unending fields of glorious fruits, the lush wet forests, of the grazing animals, feeding on acres of crisp green grasslands. The people of the twilight who bathe in warm streams under soft gentle rays, enjoy dinners in sunset, and rest in the darkness. Each day must be perfect, with endless resources, plenty for everyone to enjoy. 
 
 I am determined to get in there, I will break down the walls, I will lead my army into the safe zone. I know the truth, I know that we are just prisoners to this blazing inferno, and I am more determined now than ever to escape. The temperature is approaching 60 Degrees Celsius today. I say today, but I have no concept of tomorrow…Not today then, but now, at once, the cry of revolution will be heard. 
 

