๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐
The world has always been a mystery to people. How was everything really made? How did the world come to life? Why Earth of all the other planets in the galaxy? There are several theories about how the worldโ the universeโ was made, but there is quite nothing similar to all of them. The same goes with nature. Have you ever wondered that if people were the caretakers of nature, how was nature able to take care of itself when no man existed before them? And then there is humankind. The ever so curious humans. Always seeking answers to every question that comes to mind. Everything seems so mysterious to them that they always seek answers to the questions in the back of their minds.
Mystery. Rarity. Secrecy. Legacy. Curiosity. A strong pull to discover the truth surrounding the unknown. An existence so unusual it was feared by most. A strong will to keep things from being known for certain reasons that were not easily understood by many. Evidence left that would prove the existence of things even if unusual. A strong desire to seek answers to anything and everything.
The ever-present and undying urge to seek knowledge is one of the reasons scientists, professionals, or even just ordinary people themselves, never stop to find answers to the things they are curious about. And due to giving in to curiosity, many things were invented, made, developed, and discovered. Many questions were answered. Many solutions were brought forth to lingering problems. The strong desire to have an answer to every question there is to be asked is what pushes humankind to find the solution, the answer, to them all.
However, curiosity is also one of the reasons people get in dangerous situations. Curiosity to who might have been the people behind the burglary, the felony, the theft, the kidnapping, the homicide, the murder, the big drug lords, the corrupt officials, everything. This type of curiosity only leads to death threats or death itself. There is only one way or the other with these kinds of delving into one's curiosity. Endangering not only someone's life but also the lives of their loved ones and the people around them.
๐๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ค
๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐ช๐ค?
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ, ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ
๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด
โ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐จ ๐ฝ๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐จ
๐ฝ๐ฎ: ๐จ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐
There are three types of people, but for most, there are only two. These three are the bad, the good, and those people who are the bystanders.
The bystanders, or the third type, are either good or the bad but prefer to stay silent and stand by the side to watch everything unfold in front of them. People who stop, watch, but then walk by whenever there is a commotion going on. People who will not speak up against something unless it directly affects them.
Then, there are the good people, the angels on earth, one may say. When someone comes off kind, selfless, forgiving, thoughtful, and all in all, good-natured, do you think that they really are that kind of person? No inner demons more frightening than you could ever imagine hiding in an angel-like appearance and personality? No hidden agenda? All pure desire to spread the good in everyone?
Now comes the first type mentionedโ the bad, the evil, spawns of the devil. When someone is said to be evil, do you believe that there is still a chance for them to change? That they could change just for the sake of a certain person? What if you just misjudged someone, and that all the while you thought they were bad, evil even, they are really not, and you were just jaded? When one comes off as a recluse, a snub, one who keeps to themselves, and would most of the time be seen as arrogant, narcissist, and selfish, are they really who others think they were? Can a product of something unusual and '๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ญ' become the total opposite of it?
๐๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ,
๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ?
๐๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ,
๐๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ค๐ฌ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ?
โ ๐พ๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐ฎ: ๐จ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐
So, if asked, which one are you? When would you be able to say for sure that the things a person lets you see of them are true? How can you be so sure that someone is being honest in the way they project their mind and emotions? How do you distinguish the naturally good, the naturally bad, the disguised good, and the disguised bad in the sea of strangers where everyone is wearing a mask to cover up themselves?
๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด
๐๐ช๐ง๐ง๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ
๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด
๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐'๐ฎ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ
๐๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ท๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ
๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ช๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต'๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ
๐๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ฅ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ
๐๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ
๐๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด,
๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ
๐'๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ
๐๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ
๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ,
๐ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ,
๐๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด '๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ' ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ฌ,
๐๐ข๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ต๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ฌ๐ด, ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ญ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ
โ ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ง๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง
๐ฝ๐ฎ: ๐จ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ค๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐
In this world full of strangers, what was open to the masses, you cannot fully trust. For everyone wears a mask, to hide their deepest and darkest past. Everyone wears a mask, depending on who they are with. For everyone has a mask as their camouflage. Not because someone comes off as evil, they are truly evil, and not because someone sponsors charities left and right, it already means they are living a selfless life.
โขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโข
The Isle of Cetus is a secluded island, a country that only a few know existed and only a handful know it is habitable. The whole isle is a mystery itself. Only a lineage in each city knows the real origin of the isle and no one else, and this is the reason how the whole isle preserves its naturally mysteriously secret origin.
Most of the isle is surrounded by water. Most people live off of fishing and farming. There are also other occupations, but fishermen and farmers are the most abundant. There are only a few factories for distinct purposes.
Half of the isle gets its electricity through windmills and the other half through hydroelectric power plants. There is probably not much pollution in the whole isle because there are no cars and instead, the primary vehicles are bicycles. There is only one bar in each city and most alcoholic drinks can only be found in those bars and imported drinks cost a fortune. The most abundant building in Cetus though, are bookshops. The whole of Cetus is taught to love the art of reading, writing, and understanding hidden meanings.
If you would take your time living in every part of the isle, it was said to have the feel of a greenhouse full of oxygen and only about five percent pollution. A dream-like place to live in, one would say.
Each city, just like the whole isle itself, has its mystery and secret. Just like here in mine, the City of Lethe. At the centre part of the heart of Lethe was a forest with only a few who braved to enter. As far as my knowledge of the whole Isle of Cetus, only the City of Lethe has a forest at the nexus of it.
The Isle of Cetus offers a curiosity-driven adventure for mystery and answer-seeking people. I am as brave as a lion, from the lineage of the guardians of the forest and this is the story of how I found ๐๐บ ๐๐ท๐ช๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ท๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ.
๐๐ฆ๐ต ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฆ๐ต๐ถ๐ด.
โขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโขโข
"๐ช-๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐-๐๐ฎ๐ ๐-๐๐ต๐ฎ๐?" the brown-haired lass asked, terrified by what just happened.
The other stood still in front of the terrified one, carefully watching every drop of blood from her neck. He did not answer the brown-haired lass' question. Contemplating if what he did was right. The terrified female looked up to her saviour only to be stoned cold again. Though the jet-black eyes she saw from her attacker are now of bright blue from her saviour, she can read the bloodthirst from that set of electric blue orbs.
"๐ฌ-๐๐ผ๐'๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐น-๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐-๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ด-๐ด๐๐." she scampers a few feet away as she says that.
"๐-๐'๐บ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐. ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐บ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ถ๐บ. ๐'๐บ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐." the other finally said. He ran away after that leaving the frightened lass stunned.