Without logging off or sleeping in the game, I start to feel fatigue weighing me down. I decide to ignore it and just get some rest later. Under the rising sun, all the elves emerge from the bramble houses and begin their daily routine. Countless elves are gently chanting to some of the damaged houses with voices that seem to interact with nature itself. As they place their hands on the natural structures, the walls come alive and regenerate any damage sustained due to lack of supervision. The entire city begins to repair itself before my eyes. With all the elves’ melodic voices in the background fueling the change, even I can’t help but feel my heartbeat climb. The walls on a few of the houses split and dilate open, turning into shops for all sorts of equipment and items. There are no lamps, torches, or any other forms of lighting along the streets at all. As I witnessed last night, the city is graced by condensed moonlight, showering everything in a silvery night that sparkled off any dust in the air.
