Adriana sat down on a rock. In the cave where she lived, alone, a few rays of sunlight made if through a hole in the roof, one Adriana avoided at all costs. It was a perfect circle, almost as if her ancestors had made it long ago, before they were betrayed. Now it lay overrun with forest and vegetation, having been able to run rampart the past thousand years. Though sunlight was not welcome, wind whipped around swiftly, crashing against Adriana as easily as the waves would the sand. She had made her bed out of moss, over in the corner it sat silent as an unmoving rock, shrouded in shadows. Bows, spears and arrows were scattered across the floor, as Adriana was preparing to sharpen them, make them better. This morning, her shot had cut short, as the bowstring was falling apart. The rock was harsh on Adriana's backside, damp and one of the few naked things. A stream cascaded right through the middle of the cave, giving Adriana fresh cold water, and sometimes a few fish. Adriana held a rock in her hand, swishing the spear tip across it, creating an addictive seductive sound, yet also cold and harsh as fresh-fallen snow. The rock itself was shed of it's past green coating to reveal a boring grey layer of skin, dull as white light. Adriana put the spear tip down and sighed. It was just so boring! She had the same routine every day. Yes, she could explore lost ruins and do things, but with the machines floating around, she was constantly in fear, waiting for them to come and kill her. Yet still they hadn't found her, or the crumbling grey dome. Somehow. Adriana leaned her head in her arm like a pedestal, and looked across the room. Unlike anywhere else, this place was nearly free of vegetation. Snippets of luscious green grass and small plants growing, thriving. The smell of grass was like heaven to Adriana. Every good thing she had in this world, every shard of breath, the reflecting moonlight of crystallised pools of water and ice. But most of all, every memory. Adriana had lost her mother when she was 12, her father she never knew. Her mother's hair was a mixture of brown and orange, a beautiful colour of the sun rising every morning, and setting every time the moon arose from its shield of dark light. Her face was round and kind, with green eyes of the grass staring back at Adriana now. Her lips were red, not too big but not small. In short, Stellar was perfect. She had a kind personality, and cared about everything. But she was also deadly, and meant business. When anything threatened Adriana, Stellar would be the first to act. Protecting the one thing she had left in this world, protecting her daughter. A single teardrop fell from Adriana's face, a lone mirrored raindrop, but she wiped it away as quick as it came. She had learnt to have no attachments, for that could make you hurt for than anything. And in that moment, she would never feel as much pain and anger as she did in that moment, in that moment where they all died.