Living after the reset - or how the ice melted and old monsters appeared

It gets warm, warmer, and warmest.

I confess. I do love water. Even cold water has its charm. But so much all at once - where are we flowing to?

Ms. Kati and I leave the ice age of the reset and dive right in. Into the Main and its frayed banks.

Actually, we just want to briefly visit our friend. Gerch, the morning swimmer. But what happens to us is unbelievable.

The boy with the green hair excitedly tells about the battle of the giants.

Giga what? We soon see the mentioned figures at the foot of the mountain of death. Death mountain? Don’t be surprised, it all comes in order.

Ms. Kati thinks that even if one stays on the stable fire horse path - sometimes every hero must fight against old villains.

Giants from the past appear. The great melt is history and releases feelings of the ice age. If one fights wisely and with the flow of time, the whirlpool of renewal takes you into eternal depths.

Our monsters are called Controlleti and Lasse Los.

Pah! Lasse’s son unsurely cheers on his father. After all, every influencer needs at least one crazy real a day.

'Watch out!' Something snarls from the thicket.

Gruffalo points worriedly at an underwater object with a suspicious upper floor.

Of course, being brave as I sometimes am, I dive right into the action.

Could be edible. If not, chopping a bit of wood keeps the teeth nice, I think, and bam - I’m soaked.

False alarm!

A Franconian seal looks at me questioningly. Well, I capitulate. Not all dangerous-looking legacies are digestible. Harmless wanderers looking for their mama or a seal living space.

But now the final end of our detour to the feeling villains of the Main meadows stands before us.

Our gaze shifts toward the bikeway to hell. But first, a feeling of discomfort spreads. Water is now also coming from the universal shower of the Lord.

Hallelujah!

There is supposed to be an old snake there, they whisper near the moss hairdresser.

Old snake? There was something about that.

Ms. Kati explains to me the Chinese meaning of the year of the snake. However, I'm already out of here.

At least nasally. And as if I had known it. Of course, I always have the right instinct.

But the remains of the long-eared skull definitely blow today's budget.

No, of course you can't take it with you. After all, concluding a snake year also has its sacrifices.

Old things must die so that new ones can have space. And the quiet of the dead is exactly the theme of the current time quality.

A little longer. Well then. I’ll just come back. Did I mention I like to wait? Umpf.... You surely know my humor by now.

Lastly, we also discover the grave at the hill of death. At least a pile of earth. Renovation work? Oh right - new foundation!

We remind ourselves, just don't let yourself be blinded, build stable.

That makes sense. So let’s get to work.

The excavator is surely already ready at the end of the bike path.

Bikeway to heaven, not to hell!

See you soon for the next adventure,

Your Gretl