Beautiful Land I woke up on wet grass near what seemed to be a pond. I didn't know where I was, but I didn't care. I was away from all the trouble here. I heard footsteps, but the wind pushed hair against my face so I couldn't see who was coming. I counted his footsteps, 1, 2, 3, 4, and then he stopped. The wind finally calmed down and I was able to see the person who was coming. "Mother!" I cried in disbelief. As soon as I said that she started to shrink, until she was just a drop of paint that nobody would care about. But I would. I searched around to find any sign of my mother, but she was gone, where could she be? I got up, and I stared at the buildings far away, they were huge! But, when I started to walked toward them, they got smaller. What is this beautiful land?