Three silent figures stand together on a nameless boat as it drifts toward an isolated island.
None of them remember where they came from, only that this place feels like an answer waiting to be found.
They look toward the island’s dark forests, sharing a single unspoken thought:
“Maybe this place knows who we are.”
Two figures move through the dark woods, following the strange markings pressed into the ground.
They pause at a bend in the trail.
“Do you think it’s recent?” one whispers, brushing leaves aside.
The other studies the prints, hesitant.
“I don’t know… but whatever made this wasn’t wandering.”
A branch snaps somewhere ahead. Both freeze.
“Should we keep going?”
