Welcome to Bigseas.

Tonight, we're heading far from the world below, up into the quiet stillness of the mountains.

There's a little cabin waiting for you, a fireplace, a soft bed, and the view that stretches over the valley,

it's time to rest, to let go, to breathe in the mountain air before we get into the story.

This is just a little sleepy interruption.

Thank you. This is just a little sleepy interruption. High in the alpine reaches,

where the air grows cool and the clouds skim low across the peaks,

there sits a small, hand-built log cabin.

It rests atop the mountain like a hidden gem.

Its wooden beams warmed by years of firelight and time.

Here, the world is hushed.

No sound of traffic, no distant voices.

Just the hush of drizzle, soft and steady, falling on the pine-draped roof.

As you step through the heavy timber door, you feel the warmth greet you like an embrace.

Inside the cabin is simple, but deeply comforting. A stone

fireplace crackles to life with flickers of orange and gold. There is nothing here but peace.

A haven crafted for stillness.

In the centre of the room stands a grand cosy bed,

piled high with thick wool blankets and feather-filled quilts.

It seems to beckon you closer.

The bed rests beside a wide pained window that looks out across the entire valley below. You walk slowly to the window. Outside, night has settled over the world.

Far down in the valley, the tiny lights of a town glimmer faintly through the mist,

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