In the heart of a bustling city, a group of manic miners stand at the edge of a towering manic mine, their wooden hands reaching up to touch the metal. Steam flows from the reservoir, engulfing the scene. The ground beneath the mine is covered in swirling clouds of dust, casting a warm glow over the scene. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur, and the sun casts a warm glow on the manic miners, illuminating the intricate details of their wooden hands and the metal beneath them.