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As I become aware of my surroundings, I realise that this is where I belong. I need to be here. There is nowhere like it. Unique in its beauty, natural beauty that is, there is no one for miles! But there is something else I feel. I feel . . . lonely. There is no one but me. Is this a dream?

My train of thought is interrupted by a high pitched squeak. The forest is so dense and I can't see anything but trees I don't recognise from anywhere. My old home never had anything this beautiful. I reckon this isn't earth. Maybe a town or two but that would be all when it comes to housing. Most things would probably live in trees. Maybe in the emerald and sapphire coloured waterfall I could find the squeak. I haven't ever seen anything like the chocolate brown tree trunks or pear green leaves. The fruit looks amazing, hanging off the perfect spot in the trees as though they had been placed with care. The flowers are the colour of the rainbow and they wave their little petals like they are saying hello. Like they are alive. The sun is shining so golden and I can't look at it for more than a few seconds without hurting my eyes.

The squeak! I just remembered! Oh no, what if someone's in trouble! I am barely thinking as I dash into the forest although I take the time to notice that the shiny green grass looks like an Easter egg with the sun's rays shining through the trees. I run and the squeak happens again but I . . . understand it? "Help, help! I'm stuck!" What the? A creature who has probably lived here all their life lost? Maybe it's a child? "Help!" I hear it again. I begin sprinting. My lungs are burning but the call is getting closer. I can't run anymore but I'm so close. So close. "Help" the thing is sobbing and losing hope. "I'm coming" I yell back to ensure that whatever it is knows someone is coming. To let them know somebody cares. As I get closer, I realise that I only heard a squeak earlier because I was so far away. I am so dumb.

I finally arrive to see a young boy, no older than 4 crying because they climbed a tree and can't get down. Maybe I am still on earth. "I'll get you down" I sigh. This isn't nearly the adventure I thought it to be.

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