Chapter 9: A Day of Music and Farming
[Day 17 — Weather: Clear Skies | Mood: Relaxed | Goal: Rest and Rebuild]
The sun rose gently over the hills of Tanvin's little cabin. Morning mist still clung to the grass outside, and the sound of birds chirping in the distant forest brought a rare, soothing peace to the blocky world around him.
Tanvin opened his eyes slowly. No sudden alarms. No hostile mobs or underground echoes today.
Just the warmth of sunlight spilling into his window and the soft purring of Pixel curled up beside him.
"Today," he murmured to himself, "I'm not going mining. No fighting. No mysteries. Just... peace."
He stretched, walked to the wooden counter, and pulled out a loaf of bread from the chest.
[Consumed: Bread | Hunger Restored: +3 | Status: Full]
Then he stepped out into his little yard, feeling the crisp air on his face. His crops had grown well. Rows of carrots, potatoes, and wheat waved slightly in the breeze. The melons were starting to split open from the top—ripe.
He smiled.
"Let's start the day with a good harvest."
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[Farming Routine]
With his trusty iron hoe in hand, Tanvin hummed to himself as he worked through the garden. He harvested wheat and replanted seeds, checked water flow from the nearby stream, and gathered a full stack of carrots and half a stack of potatoes.
The melons were chopped into sweet slices. He placed a few on a nearby wooden plate for later.
[Inventory Update: Wheat (28), Carrot (64), Potato (32), Melon Slice (10)]
He felt the simplicity of the task wash away all the tension from the days before. No poison. No cave spiders. No cryptic crystals pulsing in the dark.
Just sun, soil, and soft winds.
After finishing, Tanvin sat on the porch, leaned against the fence, and pulled out a small, hand-carved wooden guitar—crafted days ago using sticks and strings from spiders he'd defeated.
He strummed gently.
Then began to sing, voice soft and low.
"I fell into the world I played...
Blocks and light, and skies that fade.
Punching trees with empty hands,
Dreaming of my own small land."
Pixel blinked and curled up by his feet, listening.
"With every pick, I dig my soul,
In caves where only monsters stroll.
But when the night begins to fall,
I build my home, and that is all…"
He smiled at the last line, humming through the tune again, this time with a peaceful grin. Music wasn't coded into Minecraft—but here, it felt real. And singing helped make this world feel like a second home.
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[Midday Cooking & Rest]
By noon, Tanvin had stoked the campfire again and placed a pot above it. He chopped potatoes, added water from a bucket, sprinkled a pinch of salt, and threw in a few carrots and sliced porkchop.
[New Recipe: Hearty Stew — Restores 5 hearts, Provides Warmth Buff]
The scent of simmering stew filled the cabin and wafted out into the breeze.
As it cooked, he flipped through his in-game journal—reviewing everything from the past few days.
> Day 13: Built cabin.
> Day 14: Discovered abandoned mine.
> Day 15: Survived cave spider ambush.
> Day 16: Found crystal cavern.
> Day 17: Finally resting.
Tanvin chuckled.
"I've earned a lazy day like this."
When the stew was ready, he poured a bowl and sat on his porch again. The flavors were simple, but satisfying—just like everything else about his life here.
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[Afternoon: Crafting & Decorating]
Later that day, with the sun still shining, Tanvin got an idea. His cabin was sturdy, yes—but plain. Maybe it was time to make it feel more alive.
He gathered some dye from nearby flowers—red tulips and dandelions—and mixed colored wool from the sheep pen behind the house.
[Crafted: Red Bed, Yellow Banner, Painting x2]
Inside the cabin, he placed a banner near the entrance, hung two paintings by the fireplace, and finally swapped his old plain bed for a deep red one.
It changed everything. Just small touches—but the whole room now felt more like his.
"Maybe I'll add a bookshelf next," he thought, already imagining a cozy reading corner.
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[Evening Walk & Skywatching]
As the sky began to turn orange, Tanvin took a walk toward the ridge behind his cabin. He followed the path lined with torches, past the berry bushes he'd planted, and climbed up the mossy stones to the hilltop.
From there, he could see the wide valley below—trees, rivers, the outline of his cabin, and further beyond, the dark opening to the mineshaft.
But tonight, he wasn't thinking of adventures or treasures.
Just stars.
As the sun set, the square-shaped stars slowly blinked into existence across the pixel sky. A few clouds drifted lazily past. It was quiet. Beautifully so.
He lay down on the grass, arms behind his head.
Pixel, ever the quiet guardian, jumped up beside him and curled into a ball of fur.
"I wonder if I'll ever go back," Tanvin whispered. "Back to Bangladesh. My old room. My old life…"
The thought lingered.
But then he looked back at the soft lights from his cabin. At the crops growing peacefully. At the hand-carved guitar resting on the porch rail.
"Or maybe… this is my new home now."
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[End of Chapter 9 — Peace in Blocks and Notes]