V/XXX. Haze

We were born to the town where the haze never left the sky, it was always there, layered carefully with the real colour of the sky above. We never knew anything beside that shade of colour that hung in the sky. It had always been there since we were kids and would always continue to be there until the kids of our grandkids live. We never tried to live another way anyway. We figured, that, because the sky was the same, our lives would therefore be the same too, following the patterns with the sky. We were guided by the sky. The sky told us what we needed to do. The bright hazy morning told us that we needed to get up. The enchanting misty afternoon told us that we needed to go back to our house. And the captivating night sky told us to sleep. The same pattern always.

But we always asked ourselves: "What if the sky wasn't like this? Or that there was a possibility that another place with haze-less sky exist? Would we go there? Or stay here like the ever-present haze in the sky?"

And we always answered: "We'll never know."