blue skies. happy crocodile. the wheat's growth prospers once again, surrounding her with its beauty like cursing her to stay.

she wants to flee. but she can't even if she needs, prays, wishes, beg to. no. because she's tied down at that farm like a goddamn house dog.

she wants to be a star, be free, and she auditioned to be one. and here she was, walking off like a scorned child.

but the god must've heard her prayers when you approached handing her a business card.