For three wonderful, blissful days, my dungeon was quiet and peaceful.
After the chaos of the opening ceremony, the entire team took a much-needed vacation.
The "Closed for the Private Event" sign remained on the opening of my dungeon, and the only sounds in the dungeon were the gentle trickle of the fountain and the soft, happy snores of my residents.
I spent most of the time doing what I do best: napping. I sank back into a deep, quiet state of core-sleep, and I could feel my Dungeon Points slowly trickling back in, a warm feeling that was almost as satisfying as the silence itself. It wasn't coming from outside. It was coming from inside—from the quiet happiness of Gilda sharpening her axe, from Pip and Clank's friendship, from Zazu's peaceful snores. The contentment of my little family was literally recharging my batteries.
