Thanos woke early and felt alone.

It wasn't that there was no sense of purpose to his life anymore. The snap was merely the first part of a plan that he had in formation ever since his youthful days on Titan. He remembered often the beauty of his homeworld and as he surveyed his own lands, it was comparable to what he remembered. Thanos had purpose, he knew it. It was different to be sure, but it was still there. However, throughout it all, throughout his siege on Earth and his disassembling of the Avengers, he was alone, and this he knew also. He had no one to share any of his accomplishments with. He killed his favourite daughter for the useless Soul Stone he still wore on his hand, and his other one… only the One Above All knew if she was still stuck on his desolate homeworld with that man Stark. Thanos smiled to himself. He had almost forgotten Stark. Thanos reached up and touched his lip tentatively, smiling slightly… yes, that drop of blood. He would have to go back to Titan someday.

His smile dropped. The sun peered through the wooden walls and drove him to rise out of bed. It would be another day spent by himself. He tried to convince himself he wanted it, he reminded himself of the plan and tried to tell himself that he chose this. Thanos pulled his singlet over his head and stood in his doorway, light once again glinting off his old and now somewhat weather-worn armour. He wanted this. It was part of the plan.

Thanos grabbed his belt and started his day.

The first thing Thanos had to do was tend to the more delicate produce that he grew, for these would require his attention twice a day, not only once. All of them were yet to bloom aside from the earthly tomatoes, but they were all growing finely; more finely than Thanos himself had expected. The planet he picked for his agricultural kingdom was not one that he knew and his ship had no previous records of it, but the soils hear were loamy and fertile, able to accomodate the seeds he gathered from planets far and wide. Here in this section he grew colourful variety; ulneys, curts, we'shays, dynes and tomatoes. These he had picked up around his travels and were also among his favourites, though if he were to be honest, he had always found ulneys to be too bitter for his liking. They were not hard enough for Thanos to enjoy. They had a soft layer of skin but the inside was immensely juicy, which he found displeasurable. Unlike tomatoes. Thay had the right balance of juice and substance - perfect for eating raw. He enjoyed them often, and liked to think he almost grew them exclusively for himself.

After tending to these crops for hours distributed equally among them, Thanos moved around to the more general areas of his land. He grew extensive plots of zanth and wheat, and while the wheat was still few months from being harvested - for the first time, no less - Thanos would be on his third harvest of zanth in a few more moons. These crops Thanos grew on an almost unbelievably industrial scale, for one farmer that is. Much of his daily cycle was to keep working on his natural irrigation systems so that his burden of watering the extensive lands of wheat and zanth would be lessened.

Thanos has structured the layout of his farm well on this planet, for he had been thinking of the most optimal way to build on it ever since he found it a long time ago. He used the natural bodies of water to the northern mountains of his home to flow through his constructed streams and channels to fill up his fields. These fields were separated into larger squares of the differing crop types, and each of these was split up into smaller grids so that the water could flow through and affect the whole area. Thanos also had gravity on his side, for the stream naturally flowed downhill into his farming area. It had taken Thanos some time to set up this system. He first had to dig out his own trenches as a layout before he could block off the natural flow of water and redirect it towards himself. Thanos often wondered what impact this might have on the local ecosystems that lives locally to him, for he had not taken the time to study all of them yet. It was a risk he was willing to take, however, for if he could get the gauntlet working again, any mistake he made would be reversible in theory.

In these early days, Thanos had also built himself makeshift magazines to house the quick harvests of zanth in particular, though he would have to dedicate more time to extending these shelters if he wanted to produce and store enough to fund a universal market of fruits and vegetables. In his days he set time aside to spend on these other tasks, but when the irrigation systems were finished he would be able to spend much less time watering and more time on storage constructions. Once this was done, maybe he would then think of creating for himself a more stable home, one where the walls were completely sealed and where he had some more room to manoeuvre. A kitchen might be nice too.

The zanth and the wheat took up most of Thanos' day, but he still had various tasks to complete after he was finished with them. Some of these were temporary assignments that would only need to be completed once rather than daily routines. Digging irrigation paths, yes, but also constructing scarecrows to ward off local fauna, hoeing land for further use, building fencing around the many fields - these were all things that Thanos worked on in the later parts of his days. It was hard work, but hard work Thanos was used to. He had never been one to complain about what needed to be done but would rather simply get on with his tasks. He was fit, strong and a skilled enough thinker to achieve any farming task that had come his way so far. The downside was that he was left alone with his thoughts, his ever racing thoughts, the whole day, every hour and every second, alone.

These were Thanos' days. In total, they were seventeen hour days of toiling away. After these hours, he would be able to spend some time eating for himself and then would rest for another ten hours - though time was somewhat irrelevant when he simply had to follow the sun's patterns. It was primal instinct, a simpler method. Thanos didn't mind the long days. He spent yet another post-work day eating his own harvest on his shabby porch watching the the sky change colours as the sun dipped behind him, painting the sky and moons in front of him an incandescent tone of deep oranges, purples and pale blues. He had chosen this. He wanted this. Nothing more, nothing less.

Thanos fell asleep feeling vacant. He was not content and he was not unsatisfied. He was barely even there.