We called the new land Aurora Myst, reflecting the hopes we carried. Our original home was destroyed by war and plague. As a last resort, ships set to the uncharted seas in search of a place to start anew.

A little more than a hundred settlers stayed behind, while others on the ships started the journey back, carrying the good news, while we waited.

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For some reason, they never returned.

Aurora was beautiful and strange. The seasons didn't work the same way. It was covered by a huge, ancient rainforest. An unsettling mist came without warning sometimes, carrying whispers in the night. We felt observed. We heard songs in the distance. We saw lights dancing in the dark.

We were not alone.