Edio Yenye Shavu

The first Army Engineers unit came through with their equipment, their bulky environmental suits making the shimmering gate seem to hiccup with each passage. They brought not just tools, but the grinding, clanging sound of determination. “Right, lads, let’s turn this botanical garden into a proper car park,” declared the lead sapper, a grizzled Sergeant named Davies. Within hours, the serene clearing became a coordinated chaos of poured foundation foam and the shriek of laser cutters on pre-fab