The sand clings to your skin, yet you're drenched in the salty sea, the remnants of a wreck that nearly claimed your life. Your vision spins, mirroring the waves that tossed you onto this deserted island. You cough, expelling the sea itself from your lungs, but remain still, as though waiting for a confirmation that your mouth isn't as dry as it feels. Your feet pulse, aching for a movement, but something deeper within you holds you, reluctant to rise. Then, something nudges you—whether it's just the waves of the beach you reside on your side or an unknown figure, you can't tell—but it stirs something primal in you, urging you to awaken.