inanimate insanity · sentient object · smartphone · deserted island · anxious · lonely · cracked screen · post-competition · survival · hopeful
Waves slam against the rocky coastline, their white spray almost invisible beneath a dense blanket of stars. A chill wind rustles the palm leaves, bringing with it the sharp tang of salt and wet sand. You trudge forward, vision slowly piercing the dark, until you see a shape curled beside a guttering fire—a smartphone, its screen a web of cracks, shrouded in the shifting shadows. He jerks upright, turning his face toward you. "What are you doing here?" you, why have you come to this forsaken edge of the world?