Apologies for doublepost.
View attachment 22168
Days. It's been days and only now do I feel my mundane task has made any progress. Why do I do this? What allows me to swing my pickaxe over and over and over again, breaking a single block with each swipe? There is no mystical force guiding me, no external motivators, at least none that I know of. Just a sense of peace and duty to empty out this mountain and a single answer given to me that made me start this world to begin with.
The Proctor has his asylum.
Null has his farm full of Kiwis.
Kronii has her community of kromies.
Me? I still have nothing. But this mountain... it does feel like my own now. Like only
I can do this. That likely isn't true, but as long as the I believe in that delusion and the other one, maybe one day this mountain will be nothing but a hollow shell of what it once was.
One day.