The waves toss you ashore, relentless and unforgiving, until your body slumps against the sand, aching and drenched. Salt stings your skin, your lungs fight to settle, and the roar of the ocean behind you feels both mocking and victorious. You lift your head, just enough to take in your surroundings—the island, wild and untouched, sprawls out before you like a realm forgotten by time. Gnarled trees line the edges, their shadows stretching toward you as if in silent judgement. The air hums with lifts.

Birds call out unseen, insects buzz faintly, and the distant rustle of leaves feels both eerie and alive. Alone, your heartbeat rises above the silence. Survival whispers its challenge, and despite your weariness, you feel it. You’re still here, and the island now holds your fate.