The Shattered Seas

A narrow strip of dark, weathered sand stretches along the base of the island’s twisting cliffs. The beach is flanked by dense jungle that seems to close in on the shoreline, its thick vines and creeping foliage making it impossible to see much beyond the first few steps. The air is thick with humidity, and the only sound is the distant crash of waves against the jagged rocks that protect the island from the open sea. Ancient, crumbling stone structures, half-swallowed by the jungle, peek out from behind the trees—remnants of the long-forgotten maritime kingdom that once ruled these waters. Strange, coiled carvings can still be found etched into the rocks, worn by time but powerful in their stillness. The deeper into the jungle you go, the more unsettling the atmosphere becomes, as massive serpentine shapes slither silently through the undergrowth, their watchful eyes gleaming in the shadows.

The beach features dark sand and twisting cliffs, with ancient stone ruins partially obscured by jungle growth. Strange, coiled carvings are etched into the rocks, and the atmosphere grows increasingly unsettling as one ventures deeper into the underbrush.