Jude went to the beach to sit alone and think about the events that happened. He didn't even talk about it to anyone. Everything that happened was hard to believe but thinking all that was just a dream, was unbelievable for him. He knows the island always makes them see things but it was too realistic.
Jude's footsteps echoed softly against the smooth sand as he made his way to the tranquil embrace of the beach, seeking solace in the gentle rhythm of the lapping waves and the expansive expanse of the horizon. The weight of unspoken truths and unsettling revelations pressed upon him like an invisible burden, each step a silent testament to the tumultuous tempest of his thoughts.
