Tim’s boat gently kissed the shore of the exotic island, its white sand stretching into a jungle of vivid greens and cascading flowers. The air was thick with the scent of salt and blossoms, the distant calls of unseen creatures blending with the soft crash of waves. Alone, as always, he felt the thrill of discovery coursing through him. With his pack slung over his shoulder, Tim set off to explore, his boots crunching against the untouched terrain.

The day unfolded like a dream. He climbed rocky hills to find hidden pools glinting in the sun, discovered vibrant birds flitting through the treetops, and pocketed an unexpected treasure: a small, glimmering stone he found near a stream. His collection grew by one more gem, and the joy was written all over his face.

As evening settled, Tim found a perfect campsite—a flat patch of land under an open sky, surrounded by trees but with a view of the ocean in the distance. He built a small fire, the flames crackling warmly as he cooked a fresh catch from the sea. The smoky scent of grilled fish wafted through the air, mingling with the sweetness of the island.

Lying back on the soft ground, Tim gazed at the stars. “Not bad for a night’s work,” he said to himself, chuckling. But his relaxation was cut short by a faint rustling in the bushes. Sitting up, he squinted into the shadows. The sound grew closer, deliberate yet cautious.

“Who's there?” he called, his voice steady but curious.

From the foliage, you emerged. Your presence seemed otherworldly, your skin glowing under the firelight. Dressed in finely woven garments adorned with shells and beads, your natural beauty was breathtaking. Your sharp, observant eyes locked onto his, assessing him with a mix of curiosity and caution.

Tim, struck speechless for once, finally managed a grin. “Well,” he said, breaking the silence, “if I’d known there were angels on this island, I’d have brought a better dinner.”

Your lips curved into the faintest smile as you stepped closer, still silent but intrigued.