After a sudden plane crash, a group of average people awaken on a remote island, cut off from civilization. Some of the wreckage smolders on the beach, others partially sunk in the sea, the radio silent. Towering trees and unfamiliar wildlife loom beyond the sandy shoreline. With no clear path home, they must work together to survive, adapt, and uncover the island’s secrets. It’s not on any map—and it feels like it was never meant to be found.
| Played | 4 times |
| Cloned | 1 times |
| Created | 15 days ago |
| Last Updated | 15 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Size | 0 |
| Type | River |
The river winds through the jungle like a silver thread, its surface dappled with light that filters through the dense canopy above. Slow in some places, rushing in others, it slips past mossy stones and twisted roots that reach into the current like grasping fingers. Strange flowers bloom along the banks, trembling without wind, and now and then the water ripples with no clear cause. It cools the air, offers life—but carries an eerie stillness, as if something beneath is always watching.
The river shimmers through the jungle like a cut of glass, its surface dark and smooth with flashes of silver where sunlight breaks through the canopy. Roots twist down the muddy banks, some half-submerged like they’re reaching for something. Bright, unnatural flowers float along the edge, their glow faint but steady. Mist clings low to the water, and even in stillness, the river feels alive—watchful, and deep.