Noah's dedication to his divine mandate was unwavering. Day after day, he and his family toiled under the harsh sun and through the cold nights, their hands roughened and backs bent from the labor. The ark began to take shape, a colossal structure of wood and pitch that loomed over the landscape, a silent testament to Noah's faith and obedience.
However, Noah's unwavering commitment did not go unnoticed by his neighbors and the inhabitants of the nearby settlements. They gathered around the construction site, watching with a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and scorn. The sight of an enormous boat being built on dry land, far from any significant body of water, struck them as absurd.
"Look at the madman!" a farmer jeered, pointing at Noah as he hoisted a heavy beam into place. "Building a ship in the middle of nowhere. Does he think the rains will come to him?"
