[ WP ] You are teenage bot living in a city with walls so high that the sun is seen only for a brief moment every day . Climbing the walls is prohibited , but , one day , from a book , you learn about the sunset and you want to see it . That very night you start the climb .

The wall was ancient and had always stood around the town. No one touched the wall because that was prohibited. Not outlawed, but prohibited. Tradition said that the wall should not be touched. Climbing was sacrilegious. If one touched the wall people clenched their jaw like one would when someone cuts the line but you do n't want to make a fuss. But no one had ever climbed the wall. It was too high. So high, in fact, that the sun could only be seen from noon to one o'clock. When the time passed the city was left under a perpetual dusk. Gas lamps always lit the streets. But they were pale comparisons to the light of the noon star. 
 
 The town had been built in the dark with only the occasional gleam of sunlight. The streets were a dull grey. The houses were all the same brown. Green pastures were the most vibrant places to be during the noon. But afterwards they too were washed away by dim light. 
 
 A teenage boy called Enoch decided to climb the wall one day. He had always wanted to climb the wall, ever since he first read about a sunrise. It had taken him years to build up the courage, though. But this night was the night. He had two sharp and sturdy picks. He had rope. The wall face was sheer and smooth. He would have to create a notch for his feet as he climbed up with his picks acting as his hands. He would be safe from interference. No one would dare try to chase him up the wall. He needed only to find the opportune moment. 
 
 That moment came on a feast day celebrating the town's birth. It was an ancient tradition that spanned back to the dawn of history. As old as the wall. Everyone would be feasting at the town center. And the feast was at midnight. At that moment, Enoch could sneak away and climb the wall. 
 
 The feast was prepared and everyone was invited. Enoch stayed and ate for the first half of the feast, then he excused himself to go to the bathroom. A pair of inquisitive eyes followed Enoch as he walked back to his home. 
 
 Enoch took his two picks and rope. He made his way to the portion of the wall farthest away from the feast. Enoch threw the sharp end of the pick against the wall, and sunk the edge as far in as he could. He did this twice. Then three times, then four times. He stuck his feet in with ever new pair of etches created. He was slowly making his way up when a voice asked him from below, `` What are you doing?'' 
 
 Enoch stopped and looked down. It was Gulia. A girl who lived in the house across from him. `` I'm climbing the wall.'' he replied. 
 
 `` I can see that.'' she said, `` But why?'' 
 
 `` Because I want to see a sunset.'' He was ready to banter words with her. He had the whole argument neatly laid out in his head. The sunset was going to be beautiful, people should n't be stuck in the confines of the wall, etc. etc. 
 
 `` Then may I join?'' 
 
 `` Uh.'' this was unexpected. `` Sure, I guess.'' 
 
 `` Toss me the rope, I'll tie myself up and follow.'' 
 
 Enoch threw down his rope. Gulia expertly tied it around herself and promptly began climbing behind Enoch. `` Are you going or not?'' she said impatiently. `` I do n't want to be stuck under your ass the whole time.'' 
 
 Enoch grumbled but continued his climb. It was a grueling task, but Gulia did n't add any issues. She was surefooted, and was always there to make sure Enoch did n't make a mistake; an etch too small, a foot not deep enough in the whole to ensure safety. 
 
 They reached the top of the wall. The air above them had turned a dull grey, the herald of greater things to come. Gulia and Enoch sat along the wall edge. Any fear of heights had been quenched during their trip up. 
 
 The wall was thick. It was thick enough that a row of men, twenty across, could walk comfortably along it. `` I never knew that this wall was so big.'' Enoch said. 
 
 `` Of course it is. Otherwise everyone would climb it.'' Gulia replied. 
 
 `` I think the superstition is what keep people from coming up here.'' Enoch said. 
 
 `` And I think that the superstition was made to comfort cowardice.'' Gulia retorted. 
 
 `` You were n't even going to come up here, anyways. I'm the one that decided on the matter.'' 
 
 `` I was preparing.'' Gulia said, this time hesitatingly. 
 
 `` I think everyone has prepared for the climb once in their life.'' 
 
 There was silence. Then Enoch asked, `` What do you think dawn will be like?'' 
 
 `` It will be bright, beautiful blue. That is how the dawn looks from my house.'' 
 
 This time there was no reply. They both looked at the grey sky slowly growing brighter. Suddenly the world turned blue and yellow and emblazoned red. The sun rose up without a sound. 
 
 And it was over as soon as it had begun. Dawn had become morning. The world had become new in the celestial cycle, once again. The world was awash with the colors. Enoch and Gulia saw each other in their fullness of form. Every crevice and every detail was revealed to each other. The black eyelashes, the pale skin, the red blood on their hands glistening. 
 
 It was warm. The warmth reached into their bellies and warmed them inside out. The sun began to rise more and more. Soon it became hot instead of warm. But the pair had never experienced hot. They sweat because of heat now, instead of work. With every hour the world turned and it looked different under the sun. The shadows played from there to there, and the colors became and became bold. 
 
 Gulia and Enoch sat on the wall in silence until the sun set with its requiem of crimson and orange, promising to return from the grave. Suddenly, Enoch said, `` We must tell the others.'' Gulia nodded. They happily and excitedly prepared themselves and made their way down home. 
 
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 Writer's Thoughts: I did n't write this piece to be read by people, sadly. It's a bit dull to read. Little plot conflict and the characters are given little screen time to expand. The piece above is more of a smorgasbord of feelings I have kicking around me. Unfortunately these feelings are also very vague and so have n't been written down as well as they could have been. Nothing very substantial, that is to say. The piece, if further worked on, requires a lot of work before people will enthusiastically say to me, `` Could you write more about this world?'' 
 
 I still hope people will enjoy it; ) 
 
 
 
 
 

