Tropicalia/Sky/Mines
The sky flies fast into a new territory, with you flying more slowly afterwards. Upon arrival, you see thousands of sky people at work. Harvesting the sunlight, in the fresh clear blue air, they busily flit this way and that, about the sunshine mines.
"You see," says the sky, for the sky likes to start this way. "You see, we have rows and rows of sunlight harvesters. And columns. And stacks." And with this the sky looks up.
Basking in the brighter sunlight, you inquire of the sky: "Why don't you just let the sunlight fall down to the island, and then let the atorak leaves on the island absorb the energy, and then harvest those leaves?"
"Well, that would be silly," says the sky. "We can't just let the sunlight fall down to the island."
"Why not?"
"Well, what if it gets hurt?"
You glance around, thinking of where to go next.
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