Xavier 3.49K 301 301 I dream of the wild lands. I dream about the towering green forests that used to span continents, the restless, untamed deserts with their shifting dunes, and the ocean; so clear and bright and blue that it looked like a reflection of the sky. I dream about air as crisp and fresh as glacial ice, about billowing, gusting winds, about rain so pure you can drink it, straight from the clouds. I dream of a planet without humans, and its fierce beauty. I dream of the kraken, and what it means. To me. To the world. And to the future. And then I wake up. I'm in the Med Cabin, lying on a cot covered in scratchy white sheets. As far as I can tell, the only other person in the room besides me is Landon Lockwood, who's slouched half-asleep next to my bed in a chair that
