You sigh, looking through your chest of materials, or rather, the lack thereof. You take a glance outside through your window. Pitch black greets your eyes, with the soft rustle of trees as zombies and skeletons trot through the Greenlands you built your house in.

You bring your attention back to your chest, four blocks of wood. You heave another sigh and weigh out your options. You figure as long as you’re quiet, you’ll be fine, but grab your shield and sword just in case You peek through your window to gauge when it’s safe to come out, slowly and carefully stepping out once the path is clear

Heaving the metal tool back and forth, gritting your teeth as the iron slowly chips at the bark and inches its way into the wood. You successfully get a chunk out of the thing and turn around to take a breather, pulling out half a piece of bread you kept on you and nibbling on it as you huffed. You haven't axed anything in a while, haven't needed to, and given it was the dead of night, you decide not to strain yourself, leaning against the oak.

A few seconds pass and you turn back around to start on the next block of tree…

Only to find it gone.

You blink. How did you not notice that..? You stand in confusion for a moment, eyes squinted to try and make out the tree better. Were you seeing things?.

Swing after swing, chunk after chunk. At some point you’ve cut the entire tree down, leaving only the floating leaves left over. You really don’t feel like getting rid of all that, the spare apples and sticks you may or may not find can wait until morning. Until then, you turn to get to work on the tree to the left of you…. only to find it’s also missing a chunk.

Okay, what is going on here? Amid your thoughts, you pick up on a distant pop, like the type you hear after entering a nether portal. Along with that, you spot purple specks of light entering and exiting your peripheral vision.