Explorer Logs

The fog from the morning has lifted, revealing a clear, cold night over the Sanctuary. Down in the valley, the Artisan Collective is unusually bright. It seems the festive spirit has crossed over; the windows of the loft are glowing warm gold, and someone—perhaps Isolde or Elara—has strung bioluminescent vines around the doorframes, mimicking the "North Pole" energy from your own home. The Great Tree stands silent and protective in the center, its roots humming deep in the earth, ensuring the atmosphere remains heavy with rest.