The White Sea was almost calm, hiding a large island that always maintained its concealment.
On the island, thick fog often enveloped the land, reducing visibility to a minimum, while light gray clouds occasionally shrouded the heads of the people, blocking the glaring sunlight in the distance.
The sea breeze gently blew, bringing a moist scent, and people could feel the salty humidity permeating the air.
On the periphery of the island, a seemingly boundless forest stretched far into the distance, the heavy mist intertwining with the trees to form a tranquil and hazy sight.
Occasionally, the rocks at certain parts of the island would emit a deep rumbling sound, and with the tide's ebb and flow, the waves continuously crashed against the seaside rocks, creating echoing sounds.
