It is time. Too long I have huddled in the comfort of Darkwood Cabin. There is a strange comfort found inside these dark oak walls within the blue-water moat behind the nether-fence. Even so, I dug myself into a hole. Figuratively, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. I dug until I hit rock bottom. Block by block, brick by brick and stick by stick, I have clawed my way out.
Once I arrived at the surface, I still clung to what I knew. Cows, Farming, Safety. I created “The Steakhouse”, which opened as a successful restaurant until the cow shortage caused it to go out of business. I would rebuild. The steakhouse 2.0 was a failure. Cows everywhere, lava spills. I had to scrap the project immediately. Finally, the steakhouse 3.0. A steakhouse with a purpose. With contained cows.
But now it is time. It is time for me to venture out. To grow beyond the shell I have called home for this past month. I have set out to the North to create a name and a home for myself. The land there speaks to me. Mountains that push beyond the clouds and hillsides that brim with life. Wild cows!
Upon that mountain, I will create my home and I will make it stretch into the heavens.