[Pit Town]

Business as unusual.
A few people flew away on the Union's rescue ship, and there've been a few disturbing phonecalls, tears and threats. But nothing's really changed.

Exotic physical and magical radiation shrieks out of the pit, up into the sky, only fountaining out well above the new, ramshackle town gathered around it.
Constant construction carries on. Thirty buildings have become thirty five, and the foundation for a large many-circled something is being laid.
More rope has been laid in, the winches becoming a nearly permanent feature at the pit's edge.
And far from fading away, the silent song has been growing stronger, spilling across the surrounding countryside.
Come. Listen. The solution to all your problems is here.