A jagged gash opens in the air, silent and sinuous, first slashing a rough curve through reality and then spreading open farther as though grasped and pulled by some vast alien force. It twists through space, shuddering and pulsing like a creature in pain, wider and wider until—at last—a person tumbles through and it snaps shut all at once with a thunderous crack.
"I liked the set you had. Mending, Unbreaking, Efficiency where appropriate, et cetera."
"Do we even have a villager right now who sells-- whatever. Fine. Done. Might take a while. I'll let you know when they're finished. Deal?"
"And I will give you your answer once I have had a week in the wilderness with them unbothered by anyone, but I won't count interruptions against you except insofar as they cause delay. Deal?"
Her jaunt through the wilderness is much more difficult without all of Dream's stuff to help her, but she's still determined to find the other end of this tundra if she possibly can. Running in an approximately straight line doesn't take much in the way of equipment, anyway, except as necessary to acquire food with which to continue running.
Mountains, snowy taiga, tundra, taiga, mountains, tundra, taiga hills... Here's a forest!
Oh good!
There's such a thing as a map, isn't there? She should figure out how to make those.
She needs sugarcane for paper, but she probably has some paper left over from making a notebook earlier; she needs four iron ingots and one redstone dust for a compass.
Well she has no idea where to get redstone dust but most of the rest of that is pretty reasonable. Time to... actually, probably time to start trekking back toward civilization, she doesn't have anything to lose from being killed at the moment and it would be embarrassing if she lost her way out here.
—oh, did he take her notes about the adorable house? He better not have.
After a bit she'll reach Technoblade's house; past that is her concert hall and mostly-finished house; past that is civilization. All of civilization is pretty small, now that she has Expanse Of Tundra to compare it to.
Ooh, and now that the only thing she has to lose is her architecture notes, you know what she can do?
Take notes on ALL the architecture!!!!!
There are lots of random cobblestone paths in the sky. There's a floating cobblestone-and-concrete "YOU <3 LITTLE PENIS". There are various ugly square buildings. There are a few blocky statues made with colored concrete. There are occasional craters or floating blocks. There's a group of buildings built on stilts. There are a couple upside-down T structures, which she may or may not recognize as extremely crude penises. Some architecture samples:
She jots down teenage boys under the Influences heading and stares in amazement at the blushing duckling. The Influences heading is otherwise pretty sparsely populated, because a lot of the aesthetic here seems genuinely alien. Hedgerows are a recognizable phenomenon, but what on earth is with those glass walls with the vertical black bars - well, they're not on earth, are they? Maybe that's the answer, maybe this is just how architecture develops given the materials and constraints at hand.
Halfway through scribbling down an excited bit of speculation about the flying cross with eyes, she pauses, thinks about how closely her notes have skirted revealing who she is and where she came from, and switches midsentence to writing in Greek. Hopefully that will confound anyone who steals her notebook and reads it to gain insight into her mysteries.
She can keep looking at architecture, if she wants! Have some more architecture:
As she's looking at the last house, a mixed-race person with a mask covering most of their face and hair comes along, takes a fish out of the pond, and attempts to burn down the house; a teenage boy with a beanie and a slightly older person with white goggles stop them. The three of them run off to a different location pretty quickly.
That castle is magnificent and she must explore it as soon as she is done getting outside views of all these places. (The hill house is so charming! She's glad it wasn't burned down.)
There can continue to be places, then.
(When she’s looking at the third image, she sees the group of three again; this time, goggles man and beanie man are trying to take down the walls around the red tree while the third person tries to get them to stop.)
Note to self, if you ever want to build something really good, build it at the end of a month-long jaunt into the wilderness. And tell no one.