It all started when he saw a tiny beam of light from a crack in the wall. It led to a broken wall in the grow-factory where he worked, slipping through the crack in the wall and sliding around the curved edge he could feel the difference in temperature from his cocooned city. He spent long periods of time peering through the dome into the mist, he loved the way the vegetation moved, wondered what it would feel to sway in the wind. It also felt so free to be away from the monitors that always watch and always judged. It was always so calm, predictable and boring in the dome.
One day as Adam peered out of the glass dome that protected him from the outside world, human eyes peered back, a mirror of curiosity that upset him for days. Outside nothing was supposed to have survived the great change, when the ice caps melted, the tides reversed and the ocean raised to new heights, his people built the sacred dome to survive.
STORY UNDER CONSTRUCTION BUT THERE WILL BE MUMMERS IN THIS POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD
One day as Adam peered out of the glass dome that protected him from the outside world, human eyes peered back, a mirror of curiosity that upset him for days. Outside nothing was supposed to have survived the great change, when the ice caps melted, the tides reversed and the ocean raised to new heights, his people built the sacred dome to survive.
STORY UNDER CONSTRUCTION BUT THERE WILL BE MUMMERS IN THIS POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD