You’re lying on half-dead grass beside cracked pavement, watching people shuffle past. Some cough up strange blue liquid, a byproduct of the polluted waters which many amusement park-like boats sail out to fish out trash thrown from "Park Planet" to convert into materials for merchandise or trading; others hustle in the crowded market, scavenging or trading the discarded junk that falls from “Park Planet” above. Smoke curls from factory chimneys as hover vehicles ferry fresh merchandise to eager buyers, while distant laughter and flickering lights in the sky hint at the park itself—a floating wonderland larger than anything you’ve ever seen. Smaller drifting landscapes orbit nearby, casting shadows over the murky coastline below. From this vantage, the contrast is clear: a glittering paradise in the clouds, but a gritty, desperate struggle beneath it, where survival and commerce mingle in a chaotic, industrial underworld.