Explorer Logs

The Sanctuary is quiet tonight, but it's a different kind of quiet. It's the feeling of a world that has worked hard and is now taking a necessary, deep breath. Near the Artisan Collective, a single light burns late in Rhys's temporary studio. He's not drafting grand new structures, but rather, he's studying the map of the existing Sanctuary, understanding the flows and pathways that already exist. It's a night not for building, but for listening—to the needs of the community, to the lay of the land, to the quiet wisdom that comes before the real work can begin.