Shelter

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Following the path has finally led you to the dock. There, tied to a post, is your boat. It floats carelessly in the water, gently carried by the current. You could use it to get to the town. Or maybe just float around in the lake, take a nap under the sun. Or stargaze, gently rocked to sleep by the flow of the lake

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You come back. Did you visit town? Doesn’t matter, really. Or it does. You decide here. You have come back home  now. That’s weird. From the distance, you would have sworn the door was red. And where did all these flowers come from? Although it could have been you who has been watering them all this time. You could even be the one who planted them! It’s the same either way. It’s home. You will (if you haven´t already) get used to the flowing nature of the Shelter; but despite always changing, the Shelter always has a place for you.

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You go around the pond, intending to find the dock. It might be worth getting to know your neighbors. Or maybe you already know them, and are stopping by to say hello; or maybe you don’t even have neighbors. That’s alright. Sometimes we don’t like people. The path around the lake is a little dirt road, lined with a variety of exotic flowers. A tree dips it far branches into the water, swinging with the breeze. You could take some flowers with you back to the shelter. Or not. The flowers will always be there anyways. The dock is somewhere behind the line of vegetation in front of you

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Following the Marshes further east leads to a small pond. You can hear frogs croaking around you. Or maybe not. Maybe you just dont like frogs. Small trees surround the pond, and a few water lilies float around in it. In the distance you can see a small town. You don’t really know if you have been there. Or perhaps you do. Perhaps you have been there a thousand times. You could get there by boat if you wanted to. Theres a dock a little bit up ahead, after all. You could also just stay there and listen to the world around you, waiting for the sun to set.

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Inside the windmill awaits a warm refuge during winter. Sacks and canisters, filled to the brim with grain, and some quaint paintings and figurines line the walls. A pantry filled with pastries, some bread, and cheese. Above you, the inner mechanisms of the windmill turn slowly, following the pace of the gentle wind.

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To the east of the Main House you will find the windmill. It’s old, and surrounding it is the flower field. The river continues it’s course, as does everything else.

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Follow the river to the east, past the windmill. You will find the marshes. At night, it fills up with fireflies, the chirping of crickets and the sound of a choir of frogs. During the day, it’s a good fishing spot