Moving out.
Truly trapped people know they are. Know they must content themselves with food, water, and a shelter because they cannot claim a life. And having none, seldom dream of flight. Fed with the wondrous stories of brave adventurers who found gold in a river across the border, the trapped people discover they are at the frontier where final exit and total escape are the only journeys left.
The longing to leave becomes acute, and a break from the present, is necessarily dream-bitten but necessary nonetheless. It might be an appetite for other streets, other slants of light. Or a yearning to be surrounded by strangers. It may even be a wish to hear the solid click of a door closing behind their backs.
The only real freedom there is.
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