In a particular bustling kingdom, the streets teemed with people clutching their magic phones, weaving through the crowd. Not far off, a group of workers comprised of both men and women alike labored fiercely on a rising structure. Some hauled massive poles by carriage, while others hammered, lifted, and pieced together the foundation with practiced rhythm.
Just beyond the construction stood a peculiar house, its roofing unlike anything nearby: glossy black glass streaked with neat white lines, forming an even grid. Someone from earth would've noticed the roofing as solar panels.
The house itself wasn't large, if anything, it looked temporary, and inside were only two rooms. The first was spacious, stocked with food supplies, tools, and scattered equipment. The second, at the back, was locked.
