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Desert Island

Brilliant hues of the ocean in magnificent blues stretched as far as the eye could see. Mellowly murmuring, gentle waves lapped over bronzed sands. Here and there, a glassy granule would glint in the strong, steady and scorching sun. Driftwood lay at intervals, bleached a chalky white.

A stone's throw from the silken sands, an untameable forest stood, proud and wild. Acres of trees banded together to form impenetrable canopies; soldiers guarding their sacred land. Darkness smothered the forest, bleeding dead and bleakness into the close surroundings. Treacherous rivers seemingly formed out of nothingness , shielded by declivitous mud banks. The haunting howls of unknown beasts sliced through the air.

Like a thousand thorns, the woodland sang stories of ancient fear. Deteriorating skeletons half buried beneath ferns helped form the uneven ground. The bitter call of the wind caressed the humid air like icy fingers. Ebony berries dripping toxic juices hung from disfigured brambles. The mere stench of terror and decay emanating from the forest was enough to overwhelm even the strongest of men.

Though fringed by extraordinary beauty, the desert island was truly an unsurvivable island of nightmares. 

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