I woke up to the sun's brilliance shining on snow-laden trees, scattering through the needles and shadows onto the snowy ground. Those messy, warm beams of light fell upon the soil like sunflowers planted in the earth.
Shay stroked his chin, circling his own little hut.
"Was this hut like this two days ago?"
The ancient relics left by his grandfather were nearly collapsing. How could they have become so new after just one sleep? Could there really be a Robin in this world?
"Craft fairy?"
Shay thought of the ancient legends of the Frost Elf Clan; the current Frost Elves, busy with their civil wars, had probably forgotten all about these traditional cultures a long time ago.
Of course, he had too.
If it weren't for "Stardew Valley's story" restoring his memories eroded by the Abyss, he probably couldn't recall these legends. And ever since leaving the giant tower, the pace of his memory's restoration had accelerated.
