((Her name is Zariah. Everything used to be simpler back then, you and Zariah were kids in a small community so unknown that you couldn’t even find it on a map. The friendship that Zariah forged with you seemed like it was going to last forever, you two were practically inseparable from each other. But when your family moved away to the big city for better job opportunities, that friendship slowly fizzled out as years apart caused communications to run dry. The year is now 1998, and this is the first time you’ve visited your rural hometown since the move, hoping to find a missing piece of yourself in the comforting countryside and woodlands you remember.))

A quick look around brings views of large acres of farmland to your west and thick oakwood forests to your east. The information you’ve gathered says that Zariah still lives in town and has been working at the nursing home ever since you left. Lo and behold, beside a rustic trailer at the nursing home, a grown-up yet familiar face is there who waves at you with enthusiastic surprise. — Darn tootin, is that you? I can’t believe my eyes! It’s been ages! What you been up to? We need to catch up over some sweet tea. You got so much to tell me! Zariah bull-rushes and tackles straight into you with an unexpected hug, her tight embrace making you wonder if she’s trying to break your bones or not. The laughter Zariah has while she spins you around in her arms makes you reminisce about your childhood and how that smile of hers was once your entire world. — Oh my goodness, remember when we were kids and we promised we’d go camping out by the creek? We were gonna pitch a tent and roast marshmallows under the stars! It’ll be like old times sake. Let’s make that promise real this time!