Bier's youngest art protégé was named Lorelei Antin. Her village was used to success, yet still endorsed her works along with many others. As long as she was good at it (which she was), she could still find a way to fit in with the more so technologically developed village of Bier. Everybody fought to be the best them they could be and supposedly lived "happy" lives.

At the edge of east, a large barbed wire wall stood. Children would try to climb it, to see what was on the other side. They still had curiosity and original imagination, they weren't yet as critical as their surroundings. But they would never succeed. The wall was their barrier, no matter how hard they tried. Many stopped after a while. Giving up, and finding refuge in other hobbies that would get them more rewards.

Some days, the wall would open. Just a little sliver. But it never stayed long. 

Lorelei may be an amazing painter, but she has no real creativity, as she just copies her surroundings. But everybody supports her for that. Only that. She painted the dragons that showed up near her lodge. Their colours to vivid for any human eye to process their majesty. She painted exotic plants and foods. Murals of town square. Friends. Landscapes with rivers and streams.

She felt a very strange sense of false happiness. She could feel something strange about it. As if she could feel its falseness. She tried to find what was wrong. She was lonely, sectioned off. All of her friends pursued science and what we know to be western medicine. They had no use for a painter. A painter who only copied. And even if she didn't copy, they wouldn't want her there anyway. Lorelei felt the cold of Bier.

The more time that passed, the more she learned about those around her. She realized everybody only cared about themselves and how to make themselves better, even if it meant hurting others. They were greedy, and only wanted more. They would only ever want more. Paintings weren't "more" for them. Lorelei wasn't more for them.

Lorelei started thinking of the wall too. Anybody she ever told said she was foolish and naïve like a child. She didn't care.

She noticed that every month, the soldiers of Bier open the wall completely, Some would guard to hide the scene and prevent any unwanted guests. Then about 15 of the soldiers would go into the forbidden land past the wall. They were going into the no man's land separating the few miles to Dafoo, the village they were at war with, without any regular Bieran's knowledge.