The greyed-out entry at the bottom was now lit. He clicked it.
Not with the world itself, but with knowing . jei mod 1.21.8 fabric
Panic tasted like cold iron. He landed, opened his crafting table. The ghostly recipes were gone. No planks from logs. No sticks from planks. He had to remember . His hands shook as he placed a log into the grid. Two logs, one above the other. He knew that made planks, but without the panel confirming it, doubt crept in. He crafted four planks. They appeared. He exhaled. The greyed-out entry at the bottom was now lit