The lakeshore was teeming with tilapia, sea bream, Hot Tree Continent bangagui fish, and bass, so abundant that they needed to be transported by truck.
The black chefs fried them with rapeseed oil and palm oil, filling the entire Lake Shore Sanctuary with the aroma of fish.
As a respected Miracle Performer, Farosa was given the prettiest little cottage by the lakeside. She reclined on a wicker lounge, gazing indifferently at the star-studded lake surface, illuminated faintly by a light bulb tied to the beam.
Sally personally took care of Farosa.
She used her small black hands to massage Farosa's shoulders; being a black girl herself, Sally did not stand out in Hot Tree Continent.
On the contrary, Farosa's skin was uniquely pale, almost like a colonizer experiencing life here.
"I will go to the center of the lake and talk with those from the lake lineage." Farosa saw the dark shadows stirring in the depths of the lake, invigorated by her presence.
