valheim_echo_002: Log_By_Log

Before a base becomes a home, there is always this part.

The grass is still too tall.
The logs are still everywhere.
The plan is still more feeling than structure.

But in the distance, something has already started to exist - a small first base, waiting to be finished, expanded, and shaped into the place we will keep returning to.

There is no glory in this stage.
Only work.

And still, somehow, this is where the memory begins.