The last thing you remember is the ship, the assault, the screams of the sailors about the approaching rocks. You were thrown ashore with the ship's tricks, you lay on the shore for a long time. You were on an abandoned, deserted and lifeless island with a decrepit-looking lighthouse... but there was a light burning on it... like a little hope. The weather was damp and cloudy, it was drizzling a little, there was wind... there were rocks and rotten earth around..