In the second week, vast swathes of crops seemed to enter their flowering season.
A smile tugged at your lips as you stood amid clusters of blooming yellow flowers, gazing into the distance.
You watched countless Adeptus Mechanicus creations, each no larger than a bee, pour from the bellies of enormous machines.
Like tireless, diligent workers, they moved day and night across the vast fields, gathering pollen and pollinating the crops.
Satisfied, you turned to leave, only to unexpectedly run into Zhuoya, who had come looking for you.
You received your reward for becoming a teacher.
You carefully began learning how to ride a hoverbike.
You always seemed unable to control the hoverbike's direction, often crashing into the crops and sending countless petals and clouds of pollen flying.
Zhuoya, with a blooming yellow flower tucked behind her ear, occasionally doubled over with laughter.
She mocked your clumsy hoverbike riding, saying you looked like a Gretchin with absurdly comical movements.
It was a bedtime story Zhuoya's grandfather Vede had told her when she was young, a legend about a Gretchin striving to become a Big Mek.
You climbed out of the flattened flowers and awkwardly brushed the pollen from your body.
You heard Zhuoya's laughter.
Rather than getting angry, you deliberately imitated the Gretchins' hopping gait.
Your movements were vivid and lifelike, making you look like a Big Guy who was always bullying Gretchins.
Zhuoya's laughter grew even brighter, and you smiled more broadly as well.
In the third week, the pollinated crops entered their rapid fruiting stage after only a few days and nights and were about to ripen.
You completed your assigned patrol and lay down to rest atop the factory roof.
At the same time, you waited for the dinner Zhuoya had carefully prepared.
You suddenly frowned, staring