Bucket.

sketchfab

I am carrying multiple buckets of water from the well to the fields. The soil is parched and thirsty for a drink, so I must bring every bucket back to the earth. My feet ache with each step as I trudge along, but I won't stop until all the buckets are empty. The sun beats down on me relentlessly, making my skin feel hot and dry. I am sweating profusely, but I won't give up, even when it feels like the heat is going to consume me whole.