Log Entry #01
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.
Your final task is not to fight a monster. It is to show mercy.
You follow the sound to the edge of a clearing. There, standing in a circle of moss-covered stones, are the island’s true inhabitants: the —palm-sized, bioluminescent creatures with delicate, humanoid shapes and wings that shimmer like oil on water. They are the island’s memory keepers.
