berry picking | O P E N

as soon as aurea had arrived in eden, she'd spotted green. of course as soon as she could, she made her way toward it, wondering what it was.

now she knows. her feet are wet and pressing lightly into the dirt--or well, mud--and her hands are both extended so that she can brush against the rough tree trunks on either side. apparently she's on what's called an island, something surrounded by water. she's never seen one before let alone stood on one. as she looks around at the water and the innocent, strange life surrounding her, an uninterrupted peace comes over her.