August was long, and the ledger is dense. The entries that matter, in plain dark ink:
The grey screen of death — the blankness that would sometimes swallow a lantern whole — has been cured. The forgetting-sickness in the cache went with it, and coins now count themselves to the last fraction, rounding no one's wealth away.
The world remembers who passed through: you can now see the pictures other hunters left at the places they found. The friends screen was rebuilt from its bones, avatars choose and load themselves properly, and the application wears a new face — an icon easier to spot in the crowd on your screen.
And the first foundations of an economy have been poured: purchases, the beginnings of trade. The likenesses of items, materials, researches and blueprints now live inside the lantern itself — visible even where there is no signal at all. A Research screen joined the family, the inventory learned to filter by kind, the drawer dressed itself properly, and the advertisements behave better — in every sense we could manage.