Sometimes I wonder what came first. Is it the chicken or the egg? In this place, I knew the eggs came first, and the chicken hatched from them. But what about the very first chicken? Did it hatch from an egg laid by something else, or did it simply appear one day fully formed? What if, by some chance, the very first chicken is actually some kind of primordial being, a creature born from raw magic or divine whim, a creature powerful enough to even challenge the best of the gods? I wonder how does it tastes. The very first chicken—or the very first egg, for that matter—must have been utterly delicious, sizzling warm on the plate, fried in oil with pepper and salt seasoning.

  Man, I am so bored. Not that I’m not grateful to the nut spirits that are doing most of the chores in this place, but man, I have nothing to do because of them. All morning, I spent the time sledding down the tunnel just for the sake of it. The tunnel now stretch for almost seven kilometers long—it took me about half an hour to reach the end of it and sledding down from there. Once in a while, it was quite thrilling to slide down the tunnel without having to concentrate on carrying digging rubble with me, but honestly, it didn’t feel as thrilling the more I did it. I just went whoosh and whoosh in the same way every time—it was boring. That’s why I tried to go back to the origin of why I enjoyed this activity, and just lay flat on the sledding board, letting the gravity lead me.

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  Similar to the rest of the cavern, the air deep inside the tunnel was damp. It was dark—real dark—without the illuminate spell lighting the way. On my back, I felt the smooth, cold surface of the sledding board pressing against me, every bump and uneven groove of the tunnel sending small vibrations through my body. The whole way down, I let the gravity take care of my body, and by the time I arrived at the bottom, the first thing that came to mind was: AGAIN!

  Instead of invigorating my thrill of the sled, lying all the way down was actually somewhat therapeutic for me. It wasn’t what I expected, but I suppose I’m going to sled this way whenever I feel depressed from now on. Maybe with a glass of alcohol or two for a more relaxing experience too.

  Today’s menu.

  Breakfast: A bowl of eternal soup 3.3.

  Lunch: A bowl of eternal soup 3.3 + a cup of cherry tomato juice.

  Dinner: A bowl of eternal soup 3.3.

  Reinforcing Tunnel Project: 3800 / 6900