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Intro. The yacht moved forward slowly, rocked by a deceptively calm sea. Alejandra laughed, Poliana recorded the moment and Verónica enjoyed the sun, without imagining that this walk would be the last memory of normality. The engine suddenly failed. The dashboard marked the unthinkable: no fuel. They called on the radio, but only silence responded. The current decided for them. Hours later, an island appeared on the horizon. Light sand, tall trees, no visible signs of life. Supposedly deserted. They got off the yacht looking for help, water, any human sign. But when he stepped onto the beach, something changed. The air was heavy. The silence, uncomfortable. There were no birds, nor enough wind to move the leaves. Alejandra felt that they were not alone. Poliana was sure that someone was watching them. Verónica noticed almost erased footprints in the ground. Among the vegetation, shadows moved without noise. Hidden looks. Presences that did not want to be seen. The island was not empty. It was full of

"Best friends" (lost on an island of primitive men)

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