#pre-hardmode

the road was once awash with the clopping of caravans, and dappled with myriad shades of silken canopies

...

And then how it felt to get jumped on my third night by Twins (I still managed to deplete half of their health bar):

I did not find home among rabbit-mown pastures

or in the secret ravines where antlions dwell;

I reaped gifts from the hollow of great mahogany trees;

but I was not at home among brambles and thorns

nay, home is an island, a light in the fog.

and this home

this housing