Words put together against the sky

Nothing much actually did happen in the past few days.
But really wanted to write something decent and pleasant.

So I guess I should just tell you something that I heard about the sky from way back, like the creation-of-earth kind of way back.

They said that in the past, humans could fly, the sky was not the limit, and neither was it limit itself.

It was like that, as mentioned above - until humans started to know fear.

Afraid.
Frightned.
Scared.

It was as if they had an in-built Thesaurus with an antique collection of synonyms of one word in particular, fear.

They had so much fear in them that they built a fortress against the sky, only knowing how it is to hide under its blanket.

A year passed.
A decade, then a centuary.

Time passed and allowed there to be today - allowing there to be humans who had forgotten how they could have flown.