Once upon a time, in the sun-drenched savannahs of Africa, the "poppy chewers" blossomed. Their lives revolved around the vibrant fields of poppies. They sang songs of the sun, the soil, and the joyous poppy that they chewed, which tingled their senses and filled their days with laughter.

To the north, across the vast expanse of the Middlesea, lay the expansive plains of Youresia. Here, the "rabbit skinners," or "skinnies," roamed free. Their days were filled with the thrill of the chase, the art of the hunt, and the warmth of rabbit skins draped around them.

But the winds of change were blowing. The poppy chewers, with their ever-growing ambitions, began to look beyond their poppy fields. They set their sights on the lands to the north, where tales spoke of vast plains and untapped riches. And so, with dreams of new lands to sow their beloved poppies, they set sail across the Middlesea.

Their ships first made landfall near the islands around Rabbithole, where they encountered the skinnies. The skinnies, with their keen eyes and swift feet, observed these newcomers from a distance, their curiosity piqued by the peculiar plants the poppy chewers brought with them and their strange chewing habits.

<b>Our heatmaps are more than just colors; they tell tales of time, movement, and encounters.</b> The skinnies, who once roamed the northern plains around Girovega, witnessed a new horizon as Alicia became a stronghold for the poppy chewers. Similarly, the lands of Banau, echoing with the footsteps of the skinnies, slowly resonated with the songs of the poppy chewers as Genneville became their new home.

Yet, not all ventures of the poppy chewers were tales of success. To the east, in the Orient, they dreamt of establishing a grand colony. Bourville was to be this dream. But alas, the heatmaps whisper of a dream unfulfilled, a colony that could not stand the test of time.

And so, dear reader, as the poppy chewers spread their roots, the relationship between them and the skinnies took shape. There were moments of harmony, where poppies were traded for rabbit skins, and moments of discord, where the horizon was painted with the shadows of conflict.

In this dance of cultures and times, one thing was clear: the lands of Africa, Youresia, and the Middlesea bore witness to a rich tapestry of history, where poppies and skinnies, though different, became threads of the same story.