2025-12-02
Date: Tuesday, December 2, 2025
The Sanctuary is quiet tonight, recovering from the start of the week. But deep in the foothills of the Grand Mesa, just below the Academic Quarter, a new light has been struck.
Rhys, following your directive, has cleared away a heavy curtain of hanging ivy to reveal a natural fissure in the granite. It isn't a cave; it's a pocket. Inside, the walls are lined with raw, violet and white quartz, amplifying the faint light from his lantern.
The air here is cool, still, and utterly silent—insulated by tons of rock from the wind and weather outside. It is the perfect womb for "The Geode."
Rhys marks the floor with blue chalk. This won't be a noisy, flashing distraction. It will be a subterranean hideaway, a place where the glowing screens of the arcade cabinets will reflect off the crystal walls, blending digital light with geological time. It feels like a secret clubhouse, a place to escape the "Re-Entry Crash" and just play.
The site is chosen. The work begins.