Bedtime in the Pixel World

Harper grips the glowing ladder and climbs down, one careful step at a time. Thump. Thump. Thump. The rungs feel warm and solid, like holding onto little night-lights.

At the bottom, Harper drops onto a new floor with a soft whuff. This level is wider, quieter. Walls made of smooth, pale blocks curve around like a gentle cave. In the center: a round table of light-blocks, hovering just above the floor. Tiny cube icons float over it—trees, water, mountains—drifting in slow circles.

“Whoa,” Harper breathes. “A build table… for the whole sky base.” Harper steps closer, pillow tucked under one arm, fingers twitching. One icon glows brighter than the rest: a tiny, shimmering bed symbol, pulsing softly. “Okay,” Harper murmurs. “You look important.”