Beware the darkness

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It's time to continue building the roof. Steve chopped wood, got sand, made glass, steps and boards and climbed up the stairs he had made. Last time, it all ended with Herobrin starting to build a roof, but not completing it. So Steve decided to finish what he started. And all this time there was only a void in his head. Self-rehabilitation, nightmares, daily duties, periodic hallucinations severely exhausted him physically and mentally. The guy tried his best to ignore the various sounds and visions around him, which, by the way, did not always work out. It happened that Steve, upon hearing something, seemed to lose control of himself, from which he immediately began to run in an unknown direction. Fortunately, he always managed to regain control and clarity of mind quickly enough, after which he returned to his business. And now, being high enough, Steve was trying his best to keep his mind clear so that he wouldn't suddenly jump out the window. Fortunately, it turned out to be done, though not without difficulty. Finally, the job was done. Steve completed the roof, making a huge window on one side, in which he could see the forest and the courtyard of his house: "Yêp, I £id a &reat job. N0w it'$ ti¿e t0 go eat." That's what the guy did. Although before that he had to weed the garden, as the harvest grew. Thunder rumbled nearby. It's probably going to rain. The food was ready just when Herobrin returned. And with it came the storm clouds.

— Oh, hi! Are you going to eat? — Steve asked, smiling, and he nodded in response,— Only fried potatoes today, sorry. I don't have enough strength for the rest.

—You've finished the roof,— the white—eyed man remarked, looking at the beautiful spruce roof.

— Yes, what do you think? I think it looks beautiful. By the way, it's so cool in the attic. We can sit and look into the distance later.

That's what they did. And as soon as they both went up to the attic, the raindrops were heard becoming more frequent. And here comes the storm.

—It's so great here,— Steve began, as they both sat by the window, opposite each other, leaning against the wall, — it's so nice to sit here by the window and look into the distance during the rain. And it would be even more pleasant if it were semi—dark here, — he finished more quietly, and Herobrin looked at him questioningly,— Uh, well... I mean, the atmosphere would be more appropriate,— Steve smiled awkwardly, hurrying to correct himself, —You know, the sound of rain, dark sky, semi—darkness around. A peculiar atmosphere of tranquility, silence and comfort.

The white-eyed man stared at him for a couple more seconds, and then relaxed his face and looked out the window again.

— Maybe we can even bring something soft here and sleep. I have some wool left somewhere. I think this will do as a bed,— there was silence for a while, and then Steve suddenly asked, —A sudden question: how do you see if you don't have pupils?

—What makes you think I'm seeing?—  Herobrin asked quite calmly in response.

— A…

— Pfft, I'm kidding. I can see you perfectly. As it is, I don't know. He was born that way. Or rather, it appeared.

— Or maybe you have them and they're just white? And because of this, they can only be seen with great difficulty? — Steve moved closer to the white-eyed man, getting down on one knee, — Maybe you just need to take a closer look?

At this, Herobrin frowned and spoke indignantly:

— Don't look at me straight. I don't like people coming too close to me.

— Okay, — Steve sat down, and his companion's frown disappeared.

There was silence again for a while, and then Herobrin asked the question: