You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.

It happened like this. I was stolen from an airport. Taken from everything I knew, everything I was used to. Taken to sand and heat, dirt and danger. And he expected me to love him. This is my story. A letter from nowhere.

But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.

You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost... and for getting found. I'll take you there, you'd said. And I could say that I agreed.

It didn't make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.

How would she find her herd? How would she find you?

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.