Dear Diary,

Today, I awoke feeling rejuvenated. The sun’s caress gentle upon my cheeks, as if nature herself at bestowed a tender touch upon me. I cast my eye skyward, greeted by a scene of unrivalled, serenity. The sky, a canvas of tranquil hues, played host to the most resplendent sight. The blazing orange sun, casting it’s gold across the heavens. Below a row of majestic gum trees stood tall. Their silhouette, etched against the canvas of the sky, while melodious birds orchestrated a symphony of nature.

As my gaze descended, I beheld the vast expanse of the ocean. Its waters, an exquisite shade of blue, singing in harmonious rhythm with the mighty waves that crashed against the enormous, sheer cliffs, standing proud and formidable. The sands beneath my feet were not grains but velvety silk, a testament to natures beauty. My cousin possums, wild and overgrown, revelled in nature’s bounty, demolishing juicy, tropical fruits with gusto, their joyful feasting echoing through the verdant surroundings.Alas, little did we know that this idyllic moment couldn’t last. It was all just a fleeting glimpse of paradise, destined to be overshadowed by what lay ahead. 

In the blink of an eye, the tranquil scene transformed into a sinister view of volcanic peaks and a moon-like landscape. The tropical island, once lush and vibrant now appeared eerie and lifeless, with pillars of rock at the entrance to the bay and a jigsaw of human and animal skeletons scattered around - a chilling relic of an ancient world.

But in the blink of an eye, the sky, once vivid turned murky and dim. Suddenly, ominous clouds shrouded the sun. It’s blazing glow, snuffed out by a vast wave of wind, causing leaves to collapse to the forest floor. The trees, once sturdy guardians, now trembled in the face of nature’s fury. Tropical fruits, formerly hanging luxuriously, were violently thrown to the sandy ground, leaving marks of nature’s wrath upon their skins.  

The atmosphere, once vibrant with life, became saturated with a sense of impeding dread. The birds, with their melodious songs silenced, sought refuge in the depths of the forest. Even the possums, agile and playful, ran away in fear. Their tiny footsteps sounded the urgency of the situation. It was as if the very essence of the island had succumbed to a profound melancholy. 

Then, on the horizon, there was something ominous, a shape emerging from the mist. It hinted at a threat, yet unknown, casting a shadow over our idyllic island. I cautiously took a few steps towards the gloomy black sea. It loomed before me, colossal and foreboding, a vast expanse of uncertainty that sent shivers down my spine. Questions raised through my mind. Could this mysterious vessel be the source of the trouble? Casting its murky show upon our tranquil shores. What living creatures occupied the enigmatic structure? Were they benevolent or sinister intruders here to bring harm? 

As I pondered, a strange murmur reached my ears, an unfamiliar language that hung in the air like an eerie melody. Their voices, foreign and enigmatic, added to the aura of mystery. Silently, they manoeuvred the boat between the jagged, imposing cliffs. A feat that spoke of the school and determination.

The boat, once a mere silhouette against the dim horizon, now gleamed like gold in a treasure chest. Its hull reflecting the fading sunlight with a brilliance that held us captivated. Caught between fear and fascination, we stood routed to the spot. Our bodies as rigid as ice with our breaths caught in our throats. 

In that moment, they arrived on to our shore. Their presence, casting an aura of intrigue and trepidation over our small island, leaving us uncertain about the future that awaited us.

Suddenly, our eyes widened as the monumental boat crashed through the waves. Its impact creating a sphere of frothy water. Within this sphere, danced fluffy rabbits, their crimson, beady eyes, gleaming with an unknown purpose. Questions buzzed in my mind like bees in a garden. Were these peculiar creatures harmless? What strange language spilled from their lips? And what were those orange, pointy vegetables?