Nighttime Basilisk Survival

Staying awake at 3 am and refusing to open any door that hasn't been inspected for hidden traps was a good way to remind myself that monsters prefer surprise over strategy. My herbal pouch was ready, just in case the basilisk shows up again with an unapproved soundtrack. Instead of confronting it, I convinced him that a better place would be the next town; he moved, and now I'm back to knitting socks that can double as talismans 🧦, because why not add a little sparkle to my nocturnal solitude? Mirrors remain prohibited, so I replaced one with a weathered stone tablet, my new reflection. All in all, it's another night of minimal chatter and maximum calculation. #TalismanSocks