In just 25 intense days, we carved sanctuary from the earth. Dawn to dusk, shovels bit deep, shaping cool, curved chambers beneath the surface. Timber beams rose like ribs, supporting a living crown: a thick, vibrant grass roof seamlessly blending with the meadow above. Sunlight filtered through clever skylights, illuminating smooth earthen walls and a central stone altar. Rainwater whispered down hidden channels, feeding interior gardens. On day 25, standing within the hushed, green embrace, the world outside faded. We hadn’t just built shelter; we’d woven architecture into the land itself – a secret temple breathing with the earth, crowned by sky and soil. Pure magic, achieved.
