𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔓𝔬𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔣𝔱 💎⛏️💎⛏️💎

the iron farm stopped working
two days ago
a rock got stuck in the pistons and the whole thing is left mid pain suspended defense
and now
you’re in the thick of it
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i make my way on foot
sleep without walls
take my chances in the dark oak

i have found ravines
i have fallen
i have broken axe
splintered bones
silk spool discard
i have found myself in dungeon again
and again and again
will silver come like copper
will ancient debris still sink

the iron farm stopped working again
and the jig is up
the train will stop running
come vine come vine again

Alex Goodale is a writer from Los Angeles.