This all began when I looked from my window, and my eyes could no longer find the cliffs to the sea, but instead found a land turned to dust.

Each day, a new possibility on which to set my feet, searching for the familiar face I thought was lost forever.

I found only strangers, every one drawing up scraps of my past, interweaving everything

into the fabric at the forefront of my mind.

But now, the comforting pattern of my displaced home has been cut away,

gone out of reach along with the first close friend I've had in a very long time.

Where do you go when you're left with nothing? When there is no path behind or ahead,

merely uncertainty surrounding you.

My name is Perry.

I'm the girl who lost the lighthouse,

and I'm trying to figure out how to find my way home.

I'm trying to find my way home. You know,