𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝔂 (Bellamy Blake)
I feel the sun on my face I see trees all around me sent of wildflowers on the breeze, it's so beautiful... Four more space locked generations than man can go home back to the ground. The ground... that's the dream. Pain,suffering,blood,loss and death is what the ark promised the 100 when they sent them to the ground...