[Cadaverous Pallor]

Once upon a time there was a land under a plague of limitations. Only within the boundaries of one's neighborhood could one become involved. The people within one town could not work within another's. Sending messages from one town to the next was tedious and slow. Goods were limited to local sale. Even those with lofty power and standing were stuck within this poor physical realm, and escape was hard to come by and slow in function.

It is true that most keep their heads to the ground and their minds on their employment, but some do look up and over the fences to new possibilities. The main road to freedom was hard to find and many side courses were taken before the horizon could be glimpsed. Even then, one cannot be told the road, one must walk the road. It took many years of hard work, but eventually the waterways were spanned and the tunnels were dug. The execution seemed like magic.

Suddenly, one could visit instantly with acquaintances. Images from far abroad were visible a few inches away. Many voices could be heard and hold weight on the happenings within society. Old treasures were converted to gold at a market open to the entire country. Unseen art and unheard music hiding in small pockets seeped out onto the world stage.

The power pulled people together from the four corners of the earth, uniting those that were once strangers, liberating those once chained to worlds against their natures. Knowledge sped out faster than lightning and the responding thunder could be heard in towns, homes, and minds around the world.

The people were freed.