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Day 019
As the sun rises and the monster-infested night fades into a memory, the house warms further, its heat and humidity growing oppressive and uncomfortable. The swampy stew of mud in the Greenhouse has been baked away by the sunshine, leaving a fresh, renewed garden of plants brimming with color and life, bursting into full flower and even occasionally bearing fruit. The house seems almost to be buzzing with life--literally. As the day dawns and progresses, characters will be able to hear a soft humming sound, not unlike the chorus of insects that might be heard in a forest. At dawn, the noise hovers barely at the edge of hearing, but grows increasingly louder as the day progresses, to the point where it can be heard even while having a conversation at a normal speaking volume.
As the sun rises and the monster-infested night fades into a memory, the house warms further, its heat and humidity growing oppressive and uncomfortable. The swampy stew of mud in the Greenhouse has been baked away by the sunshine, leaving a fresh, renewed garden of plants brimming with color and life, bursting into full flower and even occasionally bearing fruit. The house seems almost to be buzzing with life--literally. As the day dawns and progresses, characters will be able to hear a soft humming sound, not unlike the chorus of insects that might be heard in a forest. At dawn, the noise hovers barely at the edge of hearing, but grows increasingly louder as the day progresses, to the point where it can be heard even while having a conversation at a normal speaking volume.