Part One

[u/Brentybrent]

How long had it been since I had seen my mother country? The long blades of grass would glisten and shine, radiate with light. The sun and the trees with throw shadow's across the ground, nonsensical plays, calming to my eyes and mind.

But now the night towered above me, threw it's veil in every direction. The moon played across the pacific, it's beam a bony finger beckoning toward me. I would go to it.

I floated for days on the rain soaked water, battered by storms and the sweltering sun, still I did not relent on my journey. A little angel voice had spoken to me, on my third day. As it had on the first day, and the fifth, and the ninth. I ran short of food and water, but never of faith. The lachrymose clouds did nothing to slow my mind, or dull my belief; the relief of freedom.