Life is quiet here

I sit here, on the edge of a fencepost, thinking.

I'm looking over at the mountian, in all it's blocky splendor, and think about my life here.

I find myself remembering my first days in this valley; the struggle to start collecting the few trees in the area with my fists, building the little shack/house I now sit outside of.

The sun is setting in front of me, casting the mountain into silhouette. I find it beautiful.

Heading inside the shack/house, a small square structure, the face of which is made of the warm orange Acacia wood I found in the small chest when I woke up in this world, I begin to think on the quality of life here. Sure, the first few days are hard, but once you learn the ins and outs of the valley, it's relatively easy to thrive.


It's a shame I haven't found a Savannah in all my travels, Acacia wood is so soothing.

Staring up at my ceiling from my bed, I find myself unable to sleep. Deciding to get some work done instead, I head down the nearby cobble stairs into the subterrainian wheat farm I installed a few months ago. All the wheat is fully grown, ready for harvesting.

Beginning the simple chore of uprooting the grain and replant the seeds, I let my mind wander to the large cuboid structures behind the house/shack.

They are to be my true home, once completed. Right now, most of my materials, food, and resources are in chests lashed to the front of my house/shack while I slowly gather materials for the cuboids.

The intended result is a three by three by three cuboid structure. Each component cuboid is 21 by 21 by 21 meters in dimension. right now, only two cuboids have complete shells. Two more sit in states of half completion.

My mind wanders back to life here. The villagers nearby are quite neighborly, allowing me to use their farms, smithy, and libraries. In return, when I grow bored of the labor needed to make the large cuboids, I build new houses for them.

Some days, I just sit on one of their roofs, watching their Protector Golem hand out roses to the children. It's odd, I think sometimes, how the villagers allow this large, dangerous being to live among them. They tread carefully around it, watching it for long periods of time, as if expecting it to attack them suddenly

On other days, I just meander around the small village, talking and trading with the villagers. On these days, I usually end up with three or four of the rare gems they use as currency, Emeralds.

I sigh, standing up from my chore of harvesting. All the wheat is pulled, the tilled earth replanted with more seeds, and I finally feel tired enough to sleep.

I trudge upstairs, yawning as I head over to bed. I hope tonight is another nice dream. Like my dreams of the home under the see, with hundreds of different plants and food, where, to ease boredom, I cook elaborate meals for myself.

Other nights, I dream of a land in the sky, built of elaborate and foreign dusts and metals. I call it the 'SkyDen'.

All in all though, I like my life here. The work is hard, but rewarding. The people fair and kind. I shudder at my dreams... no, nightmares of a world where so many people live together, yet care so little for eachother. A world where I try to help those around me, to apease them, yet they act so coldly towards me.

I am glad I live here, in the valley. The valley where trees, dirt... everything is square and regular, where there is no limit to my creativity, where food is plentiful and easy to get. This world where even the monsters that trifle my days, can be made useful. Their bones ground into fertillizer for my plants, their flesh given to the local arcanist in the town for his mystic arts, the powder from the creepers that I use to make my potions, and even the mysterious pearls dropped by the tall imposing endermen that I use to aid my construction of the cuboids.

Life is quiet here, I guess.