Day 558:
Either I’m getting better at avoiding the monsters or something is up, because I haven’t seen something trying to kill me, like, all day.
Maybe the very tall hill is where the monsters come from and I’ve managed to drive them off? Maybe they don’t like mining noises? Maybe I’m grasping at straws? Maybe it’s all part of a prolonged fever dream and I’ll wake up in the morning with knowledge of how to play the flute?
It was a nice break, I’ll give it that.