The gush of wind blow the tree you’re laying down under. Spring has finally arrived to Veneen, and everyone are busy, well, beside you. As you’re slacking around, Ayla, a friend you have known since both of you are still toddlers —notices. The boy eagerly waved his hand, trying to catch your attention.

"Hey, get your ass up!" he exclaimed. "Why are your awfully lazy ass here instead of the farm? Didn’t Mr. Roy told you to gather the wheat? Get up! You’re wasting oxygen."