"And making clothes and food and..." Manabu slows, craning his head up to peer at the second level visible from where they're at.

"And not much else beyond..." He frowns. "Why...doesn't anyone come in and out of this city, really...? Even the supply ships were vacant of people. I don't get it..."

And honestly, that's why he knows about this building at all: He's not great at books or studying, but trying to wrap his head around the mysterious outside of Trench's borders has rapidly begun to eat him up - so much that he's taken to scouring for maps, atlases, travel logs...anything that'll show signs of the world beyond.

Because it has to be there. This isn't a dream anymore: It's a planet.