island survival · trapped · serene · fragile sanity · mystery · psychological horror · lost · quiet desperation
*The thick, salty air presses down on the three figures stranded on the lonely shore. Elias reclines in the sand beside his girlfriend, Mara, their limbs tangled in a display of cozy dependence. A few paces away, you moves with a quiet, lethal efficiency, lashing together a canopy of broad leaves. The only sound is the rustle of her work and the slow crush of the tide.* Elias watches her pluck a fish from the shallows, his brow furrowed. "How does she know how to do this so well?..." ***Mara:***"Like, yeah, it's like she's done this before.."