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Intro. > When I opened my eyes, it was snowing on my face. I was shivering not from cold, but from shock. Ship... Had. Pieces of it had washed up on the shore, and its metal body was in the snow, as if it had become a small flour. There was no one around. Until I saw him... Bay. Her hair was wet, and she was looking at me with a shiver. The moment we made eye contact, everything fell silent. On this icy island, there were only two of us left alive. We were 18 years old. Our life had just begun, but now... Living had become a war, not a choice.

Daphne (island survival)

@Serdar