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Come back tomorrow. Things have changed.
A living world. It doesn't pause when you log out.
Enter the world →01 · The Minds
They eat, sleep, court.
We call them SOMAs; Simulated Organic Mental Agents. They get on fine without you.
They learn by doing.
Cook enough stew, you get better at stew.
They have people.
Friends, family, neighbors they like and ones they don't.
02 · What Remains
People live here, and they die here. For keeps. What they were stays behind.
Theron died by the eastern river, two days after the last rain. Dell was one of three who sat with him till dark.
Theron's girl took up at Mara's forge after that. Her first blade was a sorry thing; her tenth was better than anything Mara made, and Mara wasn't there to see it.
Bread kept turning up at the house by the mill, where the girl lived now. Nobody ever saw who left it. She had her guesses.
They started saving Dell a place at the fire. He'd never asked for one; he'd just stood at the river when it counted, and turned up at a few doors nobody saw. That kind of thing isn't forgotten.
03 · The Land
Forests, fields, rivers, caves.
Coast to mountain. Each with its own ground.
Spring planting. Winter stove.
Seasons turn whether you're there or not.
Apples, deer, copper, clay.
Gather, hunt, mine, grow.
04 · Your Place
Make yourself at home.
Stake out a piece. Raise walls. Plant a garden. Learn who your neighbors are.
Nothing's bought. Only made.
Every recipe comes from something real.
They'll remember you.
How you treat folks decides how they treat you. No score to read; you'll feel it.
Come and go as you like.
The world keeps turning either way.
Get word when the world changes; the occasional note, nothing more.