He had never ventured this far from his home before. The city behind him bustled with activity, the usual noises hushed to a buzz with distance. The dome covering the city and its surrounding lands ended just a few feet in front of him. He could see the barest glimmer where light kissed the invisisteel.
He yearned to leave the hustle and bustle of the city. He could move to the outskirts, here where it was almost quiet. But with the explosion of growth and influx of refugees, he knew it was only a matter of time before this area, too, became overgrown and stifling.
He longed, therefore, to leave the dome entirely. To travel into the wider world. To explore areas never before seen by anyone. His desire caused him to nearly weep with frustration.
He ached with the desire to reach the beauty he saw just beyond the fused-glass-and-steel wall. He watched the light, the glorious golden hue washing across the landscape outside, and finally cried.
He wept himself dry, then turned back into the hazy gray of perpetual dusk that covered the city beneath the dome.