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Purple swirls of blue dust float up toward the light drifting in through the trees. Emerald soup hugs the chocolate pillars supporting the pink and orange specks in the sky. The breeze rustles the leaves, covering the rabbits’ efforts to get a better look. The smell of water, powerful and calm, wise in its almighty tickle of crystal sapphire. Hear it running through the land, distant but ever present, fuelling the life of the forest. Warm glow radiates from the pounding, curious hearts of everything around here. Everything is alive and thriving.

This is where we find Sierra, stood lost and out of place, peering out from behind a safe looking tree. Her eyes are wide, frightened. The atmosphere she creates opposes the natural mood of the wild, repelling her like opposite ends of a magnet. There is something wrong about it.

Sierra wants to cry. A golden squirrel curiously slides closer to her, eyes wide and rich, wild yet concerned. Sierra lost her brother in the trees. She now views them as a threat, the wild things that took her brother away from her and ate him, led him to the gingerbread house and swallowed him up like a light snack. Her breathing was shallow and harsh at the same time. She needed Ross.