The wind was cool against my skin as I stood at the helm, my hat pulled low against the sun. We had finally arrived at the island. From a distance, it looked like nothing special—a mere dot on the horizon. But the closer we got, the more the air seemed to thrum with something I couldn’t quite place.

I felt it. There was something about this place. Something ancient.

I turned to you, but you were already ahead, eyes scanning the shore with the same curious gleam I knew all too well. The beach was quiet—too quiet. No birds, no animals, just an eerie silence that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"Stay close," I muttered under my breath, but I wasn’t sure if I was warning you or myself.

We stepped off the ship, boots sinking softly into the sand. The island was deserted, the kind of place that felt like it had been forgotten by time. The trees loomed high above us, their thick trunks twisted and gnarled. There was a stillness in the air, as if the entire island was holding its breath.

"Something’s not right," I said, half to myself. The last thing I wanted was to let my guard down here.

I walked ahead, trying to shake the creeping feeling that I was being watched. Every step I took seemed to echo in the silence. The island had its secrets, I could feel them hidden just beneath the surface.

Through the dense underbrush, I saw it—a structure half-swallowed by the jungle. Stone walls crumbled and twisted, covered in moss and vines, but there was no mistaking it. A temple. Old, ancient, and as mysterious as the island itself.