15 - The good wall

                                    

                                          
The World Voice's wanderings disturbed him, but Colin learned to flee from it with OOOO, running away unaffected. He had a particular spot set up for his reconstruction plans, and even though it melted in a continuous pace, he got better at every new attempt. At first, OOOO helped him the same way he had done with Crisalid.
                          
"You can see a tree in your mind, can't you? It grows so fast that its skin becomes cracked bark and then melts. It is thick, flowing all the time, but the joy inside it is always renewing itself. It enjoys watching things melt, even if it is just its own body. Give it some leaves that sprout the same way," it said.
                          
Colin wished for it, and trees showed up. They survived for a long time, its leaves melting so fast that he called them rain-trees. The World Voice swept the area, to which Colin and OOOO responded with a fast escape. Once back, the new species stood in stasis, nearly dead, and solid. He hugged the biggest of them, a rigid body the size of a house, a rare solid thing in that muddy world. He showered under the abundant flow of melted matter falling from the branches above.
                          
"Haha, these are not the kind of trees you expected, are they?" OOOO it said.
                          
"Please don't laugh..." Colin said.
                          
"Why not? They are something else, they are not anything close to Terra's trees, and you should..."
                          
"That's the best I can do, ok? Give me a break."
                          
"... and you should appreciate this fact, shouldn't you?"
                          
In an effort of imagination, Colin created one entire street. It had houses and two story buildings, trees and lampposts. He walked on it ahead of OOOO, to feel like going home again. The great pillar of glowing light loomed in the horizon, haunting the world alone, irradiating sadness that already worked on every wall and foliage of his creation.
                          
"Let it melt. I'll do it again," he said.
                          
"Why not trying something different?" OOOO said.
                          
"Because I want Terra and nothing more. I need to get as close to it as I can."
                          
"Still, you'll need to craft walls that don't melt, won't you?"
                          
"Yes. The thing is, I have no idea of where to begin in that. A structure of Crisalid's kind will look terrible as a building."
                          
"I say it will look fun. A swimming pool of sad skin, right?"
                          
He imagined Terra's strongest materials and alloys, and all of them became fluid after just a few hours. In that world, atomic structure transformed itself, replaced by an unknown force of nature. A product of the strange interaction between the World Voice's sadness and all else's will to exist. 
                          
A propaganda wall, why not? He wished for it, and it materialized. A hollow block of green, the color of hope, as tall as a giant statue. It rose in the end of the street just created by Colin, and it propagated a puzzling message: the world will get better after they die, so they should live to see it. 
                          
At first, the wall's paradox hit every single atom of matter with doubt, rendering them undecided. They suffered from depression and wanted to disappear, however they also became intrigued to see what would come later. Matter froze all around the block, giving Colin and OOOO a good moment of stability. 
                          
They sat at a front porch, close to the propaganda-wall, on a wicker bench that reminded Colin of his grandparent's house. OOOO followed him out of habit, because it didn't understand the act of sitting, and it marveled at its friends efforts to recreate his land on a hostile world. 
                          
"Haha, look at that! You can already see cities made of that block's concept, can't you?" it said.
                          
"Do you think it would work? I still doubt it," Colin said.