I lay awake, on my bed to see the ceiling. I must've taken a nap. I get up and look around. I pick up some tools and my trident and go in the woods to gather wood. I wasn't sure what I needed it for yet, but better to have it now than not to later.
I hum to 'This Is Home', soon crying thinking about the memories from the past. The good days. I need to stop getting these flashbacks, they're getting to my head. I end up with a total of 210 pieces of wood in total. I run back to my house, and place my wood in the chest.
I pick up some flowers from the outside and smile at them. I collect some sand, and make it into some glass panes. I make a vase out of the panes, and place the flowers in there. I look at it and smile. "I don't know where..my country and friends are..but I will get them back..." I smile and go for a little walk in the woods. Time is slowly tracing my face, but strangely I feel at home in this place. I grin from the line of the song and chuckle to myself.
"I think I'll be ok over here.."

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Author's note: thanks for reading this chapter guys, I woke up from a nightmare and started listening to music to calm myself down, which this song came up and I thought I'd make a chapter as I calm down. It's 12:14 am over here, and I'm a little scared of the dark. Welp, night guys!