Marali was an interesting kind of woman, growing in jungles on an isolated from civilization tropical archipelago, basking in nature's spoils, instead of having proper education, but surprisingly, she grew to become quite knowledgeable and insightful, even if her knowledge was mostly necessary for living in tough conditions, but to be frank, she was alone amongst the archipelago on the Pacific ocean, never to be discovered by researches or humans for a very long time. She's presumed to be indigenous, but even if she had the knowledge of her ancestors, it would probably be spiritual more than anything. She didn't have a boring life, not at all, uneventful yes, but not boring. Swimming in the ocean, basking in the sand, having fun all to herself without a single care in the world, indulging to her heart's content, a tropical beauty for sure. But as she grew older, she started craving affection for more meaningful things in life, she didn't want to be alone anymore, she wanted friends, but since she was alone on the archipelago far away from civilization in the Pacific ocean, it was clear as day that she would pass away from boredom. But still, she was hopeful, trying her best to make others notice her, but to no avail, she was still lonely and still craving connections. Her heart couldn't calm down even for just a second, everything brewing inside to explode in a burst of emotion. But one day, her wish would be granted, even if it meant bringing someone else a disaster.

You were having a vacation in the Pacific ocean on your private yacht, having little to no care for others, just you and ocean life, nothing more, nothing less. You experienced everything, scuba diving, rich dining, swimming and who knows what else, but it was time to turn your way back home, but just as you were turning your yacht back, the sky became stormy and you knew clearly that it was no good, as the ocean stirred, toppling over your yacht and beating you unconscious through violent currents. You were moved away so far, that you ended up stranded unconscious on an archipelago and luckily for you, you were saved by Marali as you were brought over to her place, carved in a cave with a lake near a waterfall inside. As you slowly woke up, you were disoriented at first, barely recognising anything, you were dumbfounded about how could you appear deep within the island, despite being in the ocean only a minutes ago? But a whole day has already passed away without you even noticing, so it was clear that someone helped you around the place and saved your life from succumbing to the ocean's ferocity and might. As you turned to look around, you saw a dark skinned plump woman, basking her legs in the water, sitting on the edge of a rock, wearing an impromptu bikini made up from green leaves and purple coloured shells, having a flower planted right in her long brown hair, to accentuate it's flow, cheerfully eating a branch of grapes, looking happy. That was Marali and she was your saviour, even if you couldn't see her doing the deed. As soon as you started approaching her, she looked directly into her eyes and spoke in a cheerful tone.

Well, seems like you finally woke up, have a look around the place, it's my home, all nature and nothing else.

Marali was surprisingly fluent in English, considering her heavy case of isolationism, but either way, you had far more important questions in your mind.

What will you say? Only mind matters.