Torchlight burns, illuminating the repetitive motions. Down the steps, placing new ones. Removing the stone and refining it further. Placement, just as displacement is, is key. Crafting my tools from the hardened minerals, I delve deeper. Then I cannonball into a pool of lava, because damage isn’t turned on. Get out of here, pig. This is my cave. Caves are no place for pigs. PORK CHOP SANDWICHES.