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Home. It’s where we’re headed to now. Me, Orko and Optimus. However, the way home is far off, and we have made a treacherous journey to get there. To get home, we have to swim a long mile across the Arctic ocean. But we don’t care. We’re at one with the cold water surrounding our bodies. The ocean is a blanket of welcoming water that carries us all the way home, and in its middle, there’s nothing. Nothing. Nothing to see, no whales swimming in the depths, no killer whales out to make us perish. The water carries us in her warm embrace as we swim peacefully together in the ocean, our eyes closed, feeling the wonderful chill against our fur and skin. It’s something no human being ever touched before, but we have - we’ve touched it, and it’s a sacred part of the ocean which has yet to have the first human explorers swim across it.

When we close our eyes, we forget everything and just let the water invite us to swim in its cold embrace. We’re like polar bears, swimming freely - a father polar bear and his two cubs, seeking refuge in somewhere beautiful. The sea is a crystal carpet, wanting us to lie down on it and let us lie to rest, for it’ll be our grave someday. And when it does become our grave, our spirits will turn to animals and roam the Northern Lights forever. For now, we swim. Just us three, no one else, knowing that soon, other people would swim in this uncharted water. We don’t feel the slightest chill, and icy tears fill my eyes thinking back on everything we’ve done to get through this epic journey. We’ve survived, we’ve stuck together, we’ve done everything in our power. We’ll survive…