The salamander^●1 was in a dither waiting for the sunset under one of the ancient quarry's marble blocks.¹ The shadow under which she took shelter was undoubtedly not enough to protect her from the scorching sun and the unaltering weather. Still, she kept thinking about the stories that were told about these ancient quarries^●2 themselves. One was about the mountain nearby,^●3 which used to host endless areas of old forests.² The stories talked about how the mountain resembled its original shape from the ancient times but contained not the old trees but other things inside. She also heard about the dust storms that had been spreading from the quarries for centuries and eventually strangled those old trees^●4 along with the honeycombs.³ Gentle breezes and fresh smells coming from the new forests replaced those dust storms a long time ago. When the day eventually came to an end, the mild winds reminded her of the upcoming journey to the new land.