The quiet suburb has been upended. A group of natives are sitting in a circle in the middle of the most major road.
Counter-protestors are screaming offensive slogans, but the natives are simply sitting silently, trying to be remembered for a land that was stolen from them in the time of empires.
There's a twisted sign leaning against the edge of a forest, rusted and broken, that seems to read "Oak, Ash & Thorn".
On the other side is the outskirts of Port Haven, which you recognise. In the opposite direction, the road to Hawkesbury.