"I sat there, recalling old memories with my friends around the campfire. My home, which was once beautiful and full of life, was now gone--lost in memories and forgotten by time. I remember waking in the early mornings and going to the cliff to see the landscape in all its splendor. I remember following the wallabies as they traveled the land. My mother, beautiful as she was, would always tell me stories of the past while giving a never-failing glimpse of the future. She was never wrong. It pained me to hear some of what she said about what was yet to come. I didn't believe her. I always had doubts even though everything came true in the end. Why was I so foolish? Why did I not see them coming? What happened that made me so blind? How can I fix this? What can I do? I have to find them. I have to go and see for myself that this was all a dream. Will you help me make things right?"

-Straya

Art and character are mine.
The background is from an image I saw of Tasmania once that I really loved! I cannot remember what mountain range that is, but it is in Tasmania.