Long Pendant

In the wasteland, some people are living with their heads down, while others are looking up. The Federation said that the land beneath your feet is the entire world. The Federation said that the starry sky outside was fake. The Federation said that it is enough for you to live here and die here. They believed it. Until someone discovered that the sky can be locked. The cracks are very small. Enough for one person to squeeze through. Also enough to let light leak in. Something is waiting outside. Not the one they thought it was, the one they didn't have a name for yet. Someone is walking forward. I don't know where the end is, I just know that the path I'm treading on is not my own.