𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚎

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 world— the universe— 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.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤?

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘤𝘦

𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

— 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙐𝙨

𝘽𝙮: 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖

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 mentioned— 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 '𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭' become the total opposite of it?

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦,

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦?

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦,

𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦?

— 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙀

𝘽𝙮: 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖

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?

𝘋𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯

𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘖𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴,

𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥

𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳

𝘈 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬,

𝘈 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦,

𝘐𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 '𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨' 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘬,

𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦

— 𝙎𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

𝘽𝙮: 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮𝙠𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖

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.

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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 𝘔𝘺 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘚𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘳.

𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘐𝘴𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘴.

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"𝗪-𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄-𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁-𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?" 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.

"𝗬-𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗹-𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁-𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗴-𝗴𝘂𝘆." she scampers a few feet away as she says that.

"𝗜-𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆." the other finally said. He ran away after that leaving the frightened lass stunned.