The Sentinels Lost in her own dreams

The land felt dead beneath her.

Gracious saw the charred black on the trees and felt ash as she treaded through. She had taken a break from walking along the beaches and had desired to come closer inland, but her discovery was nothing more than a graveyard of a forest. It was a tragedy, she could only imagine what lives may have been lost to the fire that ravaged in the past.

The monochrome female softly breathed in, taking just a little time to imagine what this land was like before devastation occurred. She looked up to the deadwood and imagining blossoms of green upon the branches with grass beneath in its shade. She imagined wolves living in peace, she imagined game running freely, she imagined a sense of wonder in these woods.

Yet, imagining only took some so far. She placed her rump on the ground, not quite sure what to do with herself in such a desolate land.