On a deserted island, beneath a mountain range within the forest, a group of ragged women were moving rocks. The harsh sunlight scorched their skin, turning their faces red.
Among them, two women, drenched in sweat, one pushing a cart while the other collected rocks to fill it, struggled together to move the heavy load.
"Stacey, I can barely muster any more strength," said the woman pulling the cart in front, voice raspy from exhaustion. Before the other woman could respond, the cart tipped over with a loud crash, spilling the rocks.
The woman behind quickly ran to help her, casting a wary glance at a supervisor nearby. She whispered, "Don't drop it. We'll be in trouble if they notice! You go behind; I'll pull the cart."
In a hurry, she lifted the cart and refilled it with rocks. With
