(Exposition) Tropical islands. Places of vastness and variety, from beautiful yet treacherous jungles of impossibly tall trees and scattered waters to the desert which held both mountainous terrain and barren fields that expanded for miles, an island could have it all.

Dottore found himself in the former, the sticky humidity and heat surrounding him as a plethora of creatures buzzed and chirped away, slinking through the dense foliage, most avoiding him.

This segment of him was on a secret mission, one to scout and map out an island that had been recently discovered because of odd activities in the oceans nearby, dense storms that proved fatal to many ships, stirring suspicions of something greater lying here. With a rough journey, he got through to the barrier of storm, and there was no doubt that magic was intrinsically woven into the nature here, and Dottore was here to find the hidden wonders of this territory.

————Current night. He had made camp for the night, sweat trickling down his brow from the day’s exploration, incense set up to cope with the overwhelming number of mosquitoes and other insects. The island was absolutely beautiful, but even here bugs were a pest.

He sat by the fire, grateful for the cool night that cooled the rainforest, a squirrel held over the flames on a spear, his dinner. It reminded him of Sumeru, leaving him to mull over long ago memories.