My Dear Orange!

"Sweet, sweet land!" Maroppa complained as she rolled around on the soft soil, "I was going mad there!"

The ship creaked in response to her words, sporting large cracks where parts had fallen off, revealing the interiors. When seen closely, one would notice patchwork done on the walls of the room, sealing the place with the crack.

There were hundreds of such cracks and an equal number of sealed rooms, smeared by blood and sporting mutated blimps hanging on the ceiling, dripping droplets of blood that wriggled from time to time.

"Ugh! I never want to travel through it ever again."

"How did our ancestors journey through it a couple millennia ago?"

"Even with our ship that had been boosted by Sumatra Gold, we came close to death dozens of times."

Commenting in exhaustion, a group of tall, ivory-haired women jumped down from the ship, their landing soft, hardly producing any sound.