➤ Chapter 3: "Every Block Has a Purpose"
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Ehsan awoke to the soft, golden light of morning flooding through the glassless window of his small cabin. The air was crisp. Outside, the gentle rustle of leaves swayed with the breeze, and the faint bubbling of the pond added rhythm to the silence.
He sat up and blinked slowly. The transition from dream to wakefulness was smooth—no rush, no pressure. His wooden bed creaked slightly as he stood. The familiar hum of Minecraft's passive ambiance welcomed him back into the world. It was beginning to feel less like a game and more like… life.
He opened the chest near his bed, where his belongings were stored in careful order—stone tools to the left, food to the right, building materials in the middle. His iron pickaxe lay untouched.
"Not today," he muttered, running a hand over its surface. "Stone is enough."
Today wasn't about advancement. It wasn't about speed. Today was about intention—the deliberate act of crafting, building, and shaping a space that felt truly his.
The first step: layout.
He stepped outside and stared at the cabin. The structure stood neatly by the pond—five blocks wide, seven long. Oak logs held each corner, and oak planks filled the walls. The temporary dirt roof made it look like a starter hut, but it was home.
Ehsan circled the cabin slowly. "I want a proper roof," he said aloud.
He eyed the nearby trees—tall oaks scattered across the plains, leaves gently swaying. He chose one. It stood far enough from the house to not disrupt his view but close enough to be convenient. He pulled out his stone axe and chopped carefully, making sure to leave the sapling space to regrow.
Wood wasn't just a resource; it was part of the land. Every tree cut deserved thought.
He turned the logs into stairs, then began placing them slowly—crouch, click, step back. The sloped roof formed gradually, each stair fitting into place with a satisfying click. As he worked, the house began to breathe. With each corner aligned and edge polished, it transformed from a box into something more—a space meant to last.
He added overhangs, a small awning above the doorway, and even a tiny chimney made of cobblestone.
"Every block has a purpose," he said, half to himself, half to the sky.
The next task: lighting.
As evening neared, the shadows stretched across the plains. Ehsan lit up the area around his home with torches placed at consistent intervals. He paced carefully—ten blocks apart, ensuring maximum coverage without waste.
He placed one on a tall fence post near the pond's edge.
"Looks like a lantern post," he said with a smile.
He didn't have iron for lanterns yet, but imagining what could be made the world feel richer. Hope in the form of building plans.
Inside, he used trapdoors and slabs to make simple shelving above the crafting table, adding tiny bits of flair. Flower pots, item frames, maybe paintings—there were so many ways to express himself here.
Minecraft wasn't just about survival.
It was about making things feel like yours.
After a quick meal of cooked porkchop, he returned to the mine.
This time, he took torches, a crafting table, and a spare furnace. His goal wasn't just to collect ore—it was to establish a proper mining hub. Something structured. Organized.
Back in the stone staircase, he descended to where he left off—level 52. He carved out a small room at the base: three blocks tall, five wide. In one corner, he placed his crafting table and furnace. He dug small storage alcoves for cobblestone, dirt, and gravel. Torches lined the walls in even symmetry.
The room felt clean. Purposeful.
Then he began digging down further—ten more levels.
Thunk.
Crack.
Pop.
Every sound echoed like music. He didn't rush. Every torch placement mattered. Every turn of his pickaxe was deliberate.
At level 42, he struck more iron. Then, a vein of copper.
He mined them slowly, savoring the click of each pickup.
"People rush for diamonds," he whispered, brushing dust off a copper block, "but they miss the beauty in everything else."
By the time he returned to the surface, the sky was thick with stars.
The full moon hung overhead, illuminating his newly lit house. The torches gave it a soft, golden glow—like a lantern in the wilderness.
He paused outside the door and looked back at the land.
His torch grid stretched faintly into the darkness. The pond sparkled. A cow grazed in the distance.
This was his world now.
He entered the cabin, placed his ores in the furnace, and sat at his crafting table.
Then, he opened his journal.
Day 2
[Location: Plains biome, Cabin by pond
Progress: Roof completed. Lighting grid established. Mining hub started at level 52.
Resources: 18 iron, 12 copper, over 100 cobblestone, starter tool surplus
Goals: Begin farming; set up wheat and sugar cane. Prepare for exploration.]
Ehsan stared at the final line.
In the real world, everything moved too fast. Deadlines. Notifications. Endless scrolling. Everything designed to capture attention but rarely intention.
But here, the world listened. It waited. It let you decide the pace.
He closed the book and placed it beside his bed.
Sleep came easily.
There were no dreams—only peace.
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➤To be continued...
Next Chapter: "Farming Is Planting the Future"
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