This is the story of a fox–a fox named Tom. A fox who couldn’t in his wildest dreams imagine what it would be like to stand up on two. To behold and experience all the wonders of the world of man. The lights that light up the ground: The hum of the engines that roar and the fervor that engulfs everyone in the impassioned pursuit of happiness. Could he understand that the most amazing part is not in what we built?
It started in the morning; though ‘morning’ is a word that doesn’t really apply to the eternal twilight that this place exists in. Though I remember it clearly, it is hard to describe; to put down in words you know. It was a place without a sun or a moon or single star in the ‘sky’. The ‘sky’ is this endless stretch of clouds and nothing looks quite as it is supposed to. The main source of light changes day by day. The world is generally drained of its color made to simulate the world we missed out on. It is a place made of the souls that inhabit it, willed to whatever shape, be it suburb, country or city, by this unseen evil power. My name is ‘Wolf’ and this is my story.