This is a series about what goes on behind closed doors where the walls alone witness the characters in their unmasked moments.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.
The Evolution of Walls
Marvellous, the evolution of walls. Birthed from need. For shelter. Walls of stone and mud and skin stretched tight over the skeletons of trees.
But the affection for walls proved to be a double-edged sword.
Delight in their sense of safety gave way to fear, the drive to protect one's walls and the urge to prey upon the homes of others. Fed by hatred and dread, walls grew to a different purpose. To divide. Parapets and prisons: to keep enemies out, to keep enemies in. Silent sentinels nourished by the blood that stains them.
The meaning of walls began to change as new forms of treachery were discovered.
This is history. This is progress.
Suspicion and spies blurred the lines of trust, marking the beginning of private chambers, locked doors and inner sanctuaries. Quietly now for the walls have ears.
Amidst the chaos, isolation became a blessing, offering solitude and personal space. Time passed and walls are now the canvas of the soul; expressing the self to all who enter. They are rich in colour and texture. Rooms decorated as if to say, "This is Me! This is Mine!"
The witness of Walls could alter the history of the world.
The stories, the screams, the sighs, the weeping, the whispering, the plotting, the pining, the lies and the lovemaking. They seep like paint into the grains of wood and plaster.
Imagine what could be learned if walls could talk.