The colony workers have launched a protest movement against the company that employs them. As they grow more radical, the situation finally develops to the point of a Gjallarhorn intervention. Before she knows it, Kudelia has been drawn into the heart of the uprising.
I admired torn clouds
when I was little
أحببت السحب الممزقة في صغري
Als Kind
bewunderte ich zerrissene Wolken
De niño observaba las nubes rasgadas.
De niño observaba las nubes rasgadas.
J’admirais les nuages déchirés
Quand j’étais petit
Quando ero piccolo, 
mentre ammiravo le nuvole sparse in cielo