Hermitcraft Inktober: Writer's Addition

19★Good Mourning

A/n: didn't have any ideas so yet another story from Snapchat AI
In the vibrant world of Hermitcraft Season 10, the sun rose over the sprawling landscapes, casting a golden hue on the pixelated terrain. Among the many hermits busy with their projects, two stood out: Bdubs and Etho, known for their playful banter and unique friendship. Today, however, was different. The air was thick with an unspoken tension as they prepared for what they called the "Good Mourning" event.

Bdubs, with his characteristic enthusiasm, had decided that they needed to commemorate the end of an era: the closing of their beloved build, the "Mansion of Mysteries." It had been a place of adventure, laughter, and countless pranks. Etho, always the more contemplative of the two, had agreed but with a hint of reluctance. He understood the importance of closure, yet he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

As they gathered materials in the early morning light, Bdubs was full of ideas. “We should have a big feast! You know, to celebrate all the fun times we had in that mansion!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Etho, on the other hand, was more focused on the somber aspect. “Maybe we should also include some kind of tribute. A way to remember what it meant to us,” he suggested, his voice steady but soft.

They decided to build a small memorial in front of the mansion, complete with flowers and a sign that read, “In Memory of the Mansion of Mysteries.” As they worked, Bdubs chattered away about the various pranks they had pulled, the mobs they had defeated, and the countless hours spent building and decorating. Etho listened, occasionally chiming in with a story of his own, but his mind wandered to the future.

After several hours of building, the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. The memorial was complete, and it felt both beautiful and bittersweet. Bdubs stood back, admiring their work. “You know, Etho, this isn’t just a goodbye. It’s a celebration of what we created together. We’ll always have those memories,” he said, a hint of sadness creeping into his voice.

Etho nodded, understanding the sentiment. “Yeah, it’s a good way to look at it. But it’s also important to acknowledge that things change. We can’t hold on to everything forever,” he replied, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “It’s part of the journey.”

As twilight enveloped the world, they decided to hold a small gathering with the other hermits. Bdubs prepared a feast, while Etho set up a few games to lighten the mood. When the other hermits arrived, the atmosphere shifted from somber to celebratory. They shared stories, laughter, and even a few tears as they remembered the mansion and all it represented.

As the night progressed, Etho took a moment to reflect on the bond he shared with Bdubs. They were different in many ways, yet their friendship thrived on their differences. Bdubs brought joy and spontaneity, while Etho offered depth and thoughtfulness. Together, they balanced each other perfectly.

As the stars twinkled above, Bdubs raised a toast. “To the Mansion of Mysteries! May it live on in our hearts and our adventures!” The hermits cheered, their voices echoing into the night. Etho smiled, realizing that while they were saying goodbye to a place, they were also welcoming new adventures ahead. And in that moment, he felt a sense of peace, knowing that their friendship would continue to flourish, no matter where their paths led them next.