Perfect weather, always 😇

Rule 1, Scene 1

Rule 1 of Planet Berul : Perfect weather, always.

Scene 1.

Flick finger stares at the flickering stars in the sky above. It has been a long day of mining and it is clear that the deposits are running out. Today’s produce is already packed, loaded, and transported to some unknown location in the heart of Harmel — 25 strong and young men and women accompany 100 milligrams of the stone of death as the workers are stripped naked with their mouths open. Yes, we have tried to smuggle the ore by keeping it in the mouth and other places before.

But the reserves are dwindling and unrest growing. Was it 100 years, 300, or 1000? Flick finger could not remember. And yet, he remembered so much. Almost too much. The burden of memories was becoming unbearable now. His migraine had worsened and no amount of raw ore potions was enough. All he could remember was that they had spent their whole lives extracting something they could never use. There was only one machine of death and it required 8 kgs of processed metal to kill one being. Berul was a planet of possibilities but luck seemed to run out when you were poor.

Until next small essay, here’s a perfect Sunday morning song for you.

With love from Music City of Nashville,
From the Ko-creators of Planet Berul.