Long ago, the whole world was divided into states, and huge walls were built on their borders. No one ever dared to cross them, and if someone did risk it, they were never heard of again. So after a while a rumor spread among people that there was nothing good beyond the walls, only emptiness and death.

And Ghost was terribly eager to see the other side. Every time he saw a huge wall in front of him, he couldn't help but imagine what it was like on the underside. Often he could be found not far from the wall, just looking at the mossy stone.

And recently he had found something he had never dreamed of. A crack. It spiderwebbed across the wall, and a single blow was enough to make it fall apart. For days, Ghost couldn't make up his mind. He came and looked at the crack and left only at nightfall.

Now he came closer to the stone than ever before, and after standing for a few minutes, just drilling the wall with his gaze, he sighed and punched the weak cobblestone sharply.

It broke through surprisingly easily and Simon took the first step over the boundary, squinting against the bright sun.

A wide clearing stretched out before him, all in bright and awfully beautiful colors. You sat on the grass and plucked some of the plants, gathering them into a basket.

He exhaled confusedly, looking around.

«And that’s all...?»