15 days had passed just like that, the sun shone like always, and the many stars and moons seemed brighter than usual at night.
The flora flourished under the solar power of the big bright star that was called the sun or different names depending on what it was called in their civilizations.
In these bountiful days, there was a small group that was in the middle of nowhere. But around these people was a beautiful construction. In the dense forest, it acted as the shed, the store, the storage place, the rest area, and most importantly, a place that people could call home in those beautiful but cursed plains.
Among all these people that seemed to be engrossed in their own tasks, there was a young man that had his eyes closed with a serious look on his face.
His hands were in a close position near a hot burning pot made of wood. The pot had turned black in color with time as the heat below it kept on creping inside its thick layers.
