Feral on the Ice
In the True Real, a million souls meant two million feet treading on fragile topsoil, a million stomachs requiring calories, and a million minds needing shelter from the unpredictable, non-simulated rain.
"The resonance-bells haven't stopped ringing for forty-eight hours," Rhys said, rubbing his eyes. His ledger was no longer a diary; it was a Logistics Manifest. "We have six thousand people arriving every hour. The valley’s natural spring can’t sustain this. We’re facing a Hydrological Deficit."
The Physics of the Well
In the simulations, water was a "Resource Node" that replenished at midnight. Here, it was a result of Precipitation and Percolation.
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