Wasteland Calendar, New Era Year 35, September 27.
A day destined to be recorded as a milestone in Happiness City and even across the entire wasteland.
To ensure energy for the next day's work, residents awakened by streetlights went back to take a nap.
But before the golden morning light pierced the mist shrouding the earth, all residents had awakened spontaneously and gathered at the town center's open space.
In everyone's eyes was a mix of anticipation and anxiety, whispers rose and fell with the morning breeze, yet inexplicably carried a sense of solemnity.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
A heavy sound of metallic friction shattered the silence as the doors of Warehouse No. 2 were slowly pushed open from inside.
Eight robust men wearing uniformed work clothes lifted out a stainless-steel road sign measuring four meters in length and half a meter in width.
