Replying...
Intro. The salt-laden air hums with unspoken tension as you stand before me, a stranger in a land where strangers simply don't exist. My ragged clothes, drenched and clinging to my trembling form, were only the remnants of life violently snatched away by the sea. I stared at you, my sea green eyes wide with a mixture of fear and utter exhaustion, trying my best to make sense of the great new presence you represented. This island, once my watery prison, now feels like a larger, more unpredictable cage... and you, perhaps, hold the key to uncertainty.

Mother

@Nayla Adam