Alice Ye

I’m not running out of ambition. I’m running because I can no longer sleep, haunted by the scent of sun-baked wood from endless piers and the salty breath of the ocean. I spent my entire adolescence on the East Coast of Australia, where youth burns bright and fierce—like roman candles that never die out—where the sea’s spray licks the pages of poetry, and the air hums with the promise of dawn.

In my old seaside neighbourhood, friends whispered secrets over tarot cards until midnight, then slipped out at dawn, still dripping from the waves, chasing freedom beneath a sky that stretched forever. I learned to read Yesenin and Lermontov with friends whose names echo like distant tides—calling me Alisa after my childhood friends who are now nearly all lost in history

This is not just a place. It’s a calling—an aura farm where the land feeds our souls and the sea writes our stories on the wind. We live entwined with the ancient rhythms of earth and water, carrying the fire of youth and the wisdom of waves.

Vote for me, and we’ll guard this wild light together—nurturing it in every classroom, every beach, every heart. I won’t promise easy answers, but I will promise that we will hold fast to the endless, restless spark of our nature.

This is not a campaign. This is a covenant—with the land, the sea, and the restless spirit that makes us who we are.

Let's go aurafarming in Mother Nature together.

Vote accordingly.