So to fill that greed and envy, everyone followed the explorers. They dropped everything, the books they were reading, the tools they were using for gardening, they stopped what they were doing and ran. Ran behind the explorers, ran onto the bridge, then past the bridge. The gatherers, in desperate need to fill their greed and envy, just ran and followed blindly. Never looking to see the beautiful flora in the land beyond. Never looking to see the clear river, that flowed beside them. Never looking to see if their families were following. They just ran and followed blindly.
It wasn't until they stopped running that they realised they seemed to have reached their destination. In fact, the gatherers knew they reached the place that would be able to fill their greed and envy. As right in front of them, they saw, with their very own eyes, a city. A golden city. A golden city, that sparkled in the sun as it was made of gold. Everything was made of gold, from the road that was just ahead of them till the houses and buildings that filled their eyes. It was all pure gold.
