Day Thirty-Five
Dear Diary,
I spend the morning meandering around the forests in search of a spot for my new home. My goal is to find a nice tree, boulder, or lake. Once there, I’ll create a permanent ley door to what’s called a pocket realm, which is little fantasy world that’s completely formed via magic. Sure, creating and maintaining this will be a constant drain on my powers, but I don’t plan on keeping my new home forever.
And the castle I plan to make is so cool, I can’t stand myself.
After roaming about the woods for a few hours, I discover a nice maple that dominates a small clearing. As I approach the tree in question, a wide circle of mushrooms sprout up from the ground. It’s a good sign—this spot clearly welcomes my magic.
I build my new home in record time. Here are the h
