An old house stood beyond the edge of the City of Light, abandoned by civilization, situated beyond walls that were built so high, they reached the skies in a single bound, isolating them from whatever existed within.
It sat in solitude, far from the bustle and liveliness of the city, within the walls that seemed to separate reality between two classes of people so different from each other that it might have been the difference between the heavens and earth
Beyond the wall might as well have been a different world altogether, leeching off the light of the city beyond them. Some called it cursed; many never even dared to set foot beyond the city's bounds. And yet, within this seemingly rotting house, there was happiness—a family of five lived here.
In their simple life, they ate from the earth, raised livestock, and farmed within the limits allowed to them. Their lives were mundane, yet they were content.
As happy as one could be while steeped in poverty.
