I venture out with my knapsack to find my lost brother, Herb. I've never gone beyond the hole and, alas, the mother is far too old to do such things anymore.
The first step beyond was tame--many bushes, trees, leaves and smaller things buzzing around me. I was quite surprised to see such life outside the hole and it actually didn't seem so horrible. The grass was cool and the shaded sun was inviting. However, it wasn't out in the wild that Herb was lost. He was inside the house.
Inside of the window.
Near the giant.
Near the...guardian.
It was difficult to climb at first, but I was able to find substantial footing in the platforms. There were slight dips, almost like little rivers running through the platforms, and they were grey in color, but not fun to step into. I hated this method of getting inside, but for years my family tried to find a way in, only to end up creating a hole merely a few steps away from the first.
When I made it inside, I could tell I was in trouble. The immediate plop to the ground set the guardian to me at once, and only by the cover of a cold block could I escape. The thing was loud and metal, and when I sat near the hinged door, I could feel a freezing breeze. It was best to stay here, especially during the daylight.
Besides, the guardian's clawed swipe could not reach me under this behemoth. It was best to come out at night, although night and day here came at such odd intervals, as if the giant itself could command the sun to rise and fall at his entry and exit. I could hear his giant footsteps echoing throughout the floors, his portal would then open, and the sun would blink on at his command--such wizardry!
I'll stay here when I think that the guardian and giant have both left. I must find Herb!
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