The Meson

He was never an average little boy.

His eyes shining fiercely, pupils gleaming of being so excited in watching the world around. It was just 10 AM that he sneaked already inside the Great Library of The City, no one but he himself and God know how on Earth could he sneaked in, with such limp, and crippled body.

Yes he was a crippled young boy with a heart full of tons of desire to learn.

He read everything.

Mathematics, geography, old newspapers, new newspaper, Les Miserables, The Illiad, Mathematical Physics, Physics, biology, evolution, econometry, philosophy, history, advertisement...

And he could see beautiful patterns.

He could see things he could not share with anybody else nor could anybody understand. He could see the star, twinkling up high in the sky, signaled him that the dual and and its dual of one of their forms had met somewhere in the Western continent.

The Inventor was playing his game on them.

Far outside the window, right at the place where the boy sat...

People could see such an eye of a mesonic blizzard was drifting around the boy.

It was the year of 1947, a night that gave everyone who accidentally stared at the window of the library where the boy sat, such a mystical goosebump.