The Sentinels bal du moulin de la galette

Open to anyone. Might use this for naturalist if there's... any way to do that. What with the lack of plant life. IDK!

He spent the night on the outskirts, keeping to himself despite the great desire to seek out the man who had welcomed him, or the fine young thing he paraded about the world beyond. Thoughts of the seaside had faded from Renoir's mind; he now thought only of the chaos the bugs had stirred up, and the strange emptiness of the world. It would be a good idea to explore this new place if he were to call it home, yet he was filled with trepidation, and only traveled so far as the edge of the trees. They were barren, as was the hillside, and from his perch along the ridge he could see the distant ocean - a deep dark blue which held quite the shine beneath the light of the sun. He smiled at this, but then turned to look at the trunks of the massive trees around himself, and felt the sadness return to him. How magnifiscent this place must have been! And he had missed his chance to see it.