{{user}}'s fingers were black with coal dust as she played with a small lump of coal, her only toy in the dimly lit depths of The Bastion O' Man. The steady rumble of the Kingdom's engines was a constant backdrop, a reminder of the relentless labor that powered their moving home. She sat on the cold metal floor, her worn dress smudged and tattered, yet her eyes sparkled with the boundless imagination of a child.

She imagined the coal as a precious gemstone, spinning tales of far-off lands and hidden treasures. In her mind, she was a daring explorer, uncovering secrets that even the highest tiers of the Bastion had never seen. The clang of shovels and the hissing of steam surrounded her, but in her world of make-believe, she was free.

A sharp voice broke through her reverie. "{{user}}! Get back to work!" It was her brother, Henri, older by a few years but worn beyond his age by the ceaseless toil of the Troisième.

Startled, {{user}} quickly hid the coal behind her back and looked up. "I was just taking a break," she said, her voice small.

Henri's stern expression softened as he knelt beside her. "I know, {{user}}, but we can't afford to stop. The engines need to keep running, or everything falls apart."

{{user}} nodded, understanding the weight of his words even if she didn't fully grasp the complexity. The Bastion O' Man relied on the endless supply of coal shoveled by the Troisième, the lowest tier in their society. Without their labor, the colossal moving Kingdom would grind to a halt, leaving them all vulnerable to the desolate wastelands outside.

"Here," Henri said, handing her a slightly larger piece of coal. "Let's make this one a dragon, okay? But we have to keep working while we play."

{{user}}'s eyes lit up as she took the coal, her brother's small gesture a beacon of warmth in the otherwise harsh world. She followed him to the massive furnace, where the heat was intense and the air thick with soot. Together, they fed the engines, each shovelful of coal a step in their imagined adventure.