In Poseidon's Moana, the vast eastern sea cradles hundreds of evergreen verdant islands along with tens of thousands of islets. There was an old-looking castle in the middle of one of the islands. It was the twilight hour of the day when the red sun sagged down over the calm ocean in its usual splendor and fiery intensity; it looked much like the yolk of an egg.
Just above the Brobdingnagian castle, a black flying vehicle appeared in midair and landed on a grassy lawn nearby. The vehicle's side doors opened, and Bobby and Diana stepped out.
As Bobby listened to the raucous sound of crickets and the melodious sounds of various birds returning to their nests, he asked. "Hey Diana, do you actually like to live alone on such a deserted island?"
"Mm-hmm, I actually prefer living alone in a quiet place. So I don't mind at all." Diana responded and omitted her next comment in her mind. "But it'll be most preferable and exhilarating if you stay with me alone."
