There I was, in a canoe with a few others. We were stranded out in the harsh seas for many days. My feet hadn't touched the luscious green grass in so long. I wanted to desperately turn back and head to the mainland, but we kept pushing.
"I spot land ahead!" Said one of the passangers. As the fog cleared the seas surface, the shores of this foreign land came apparent. Our hopes were replenished and we started rowing with haste. I began to remember the few that jumped out days before, ending their opportunities that awaited in this new land. I remembered myself wanting to end the journey just the day before. Patients is key I suppose. We are still rowing, but with the knowledge that we would surely dance apon the sands soon.
-The canoe is android. The journey is patients. The land is Subterfuge. -