Exploring the Essence of Life
The island was neither small enough to be discovered in a single day, nor large enough to conceal many secrets. It was a floating piece of land amidst an endless sea, as if a geographical mistake forgotten by the world, or a dream sprouted in the heart of the ocean. The trees were scattered and weary, yet resilient. Their leaves bore a faded green, interspersed with colors the child had never seen before: a faint violet, a bright yellow, a shy pink... as if nature had chosen to decorate his solitude with color, not words.
The lake at the island's center reflected the sky like a shattered mirror, and the rocks surrounding it resembled the backs of animals sleeping for thousands of years. The sea encircled the island from every side - vast, blue, silent... its only voice heard when it raged.
At sunset, the sands would turn to a soft gold, and the child became a long shadow wandering alone at the edge of the world. No humans here. No roads. No houses. No names for places. Only a solitary hill overlooking the sea, a tree bent by the wind, and a small wooden cabin once built by trembling hands. Here, he was born... here, he would live... and perhaps, here, he would die.
