To be continued in Journey 2: The Shifting Archipelago…
You are alone. Or so you think. The island greets you not with hostility, but with watchful silence. A crescent of pale beach gives way to a wall of emerald jungle so dense it seems to breathe. Inland, a volcanic peak pierces the clouds, its summit wreathed in permanent mist. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth, blooming orchids, and something else… something ancient. journey 1 the mysterious island
The first sensation is salt. Then, the coarse bite of sand against your cheek. You wake to the sound of waves dragging shells across a shore, and the cry of gulls circling overhead. Your vessel—a small, ill-fated schooner—lies in splintered ruins against a spine of black rock fifty yards offshore. The horizon offers nothing but an endless, indifferent blue. To be continued in Journey 2: The Shifting