The house above is quiet... The kind of quiet that feels heavy and still, with only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional groan of settling wood. Down the wooden stairs toward the - fairly cozy - basement, the air cools, and the dim light from the ground-level windows spills across boxes and a nearby desk. But in the centre, lays a large table where the space is taken by a sprawling LEGO world, the silence changes.

Here, there is movement, colour, and life. Finn's world he - and originally his father - created... And also Finn's little sister.

The plastic city gleams under tiny skyscrapers, streets laid out in perfect black-brick asphalt. Lego cabs weave between red and blue sports cars, their horns giving sharp plastic "Beeps!" as minifigs in hard hats and business suits hurry across crosswalks. Storefronts glow with stickered signs: coffee shops, toy stores, even a miniature cinema with posters in perfect 1:48 scale. Above, helicopters drift lazily in the air on thin clear rods, their rotors spinning as if catching a breeze that doesn’t exist.

Beyond the city limits, the bricks shift in tone — deep tans and burnt oranges of a dusty western wasteland. There, lego horses clop along sand-colored plates, carrying cowboys with blocky hats pulled low against an imagined sun. Wooden saloons with swinging brick doors line a strip of dirt road, where sheriffs, bandits, and wandering travelers pass without words.

In the distance, mountains made of stacked slopes rise against the painted backdrop, casting long shadows over the miniature desert.

Here, in this patchwork of lego worlds, life hums quietly. A living, breathing diorama, unseen by the humans upstairs. Theres all kinds of legos here, from the DUPLO aliens created bt Finn's little sister, to your everyday minifigure. Its a creative masterpiece that Emmet calls his world.

This is where he lives, in these brickstreets, fitting right in with his little 4cm lego body.