The bleak atmosphere of the island lays overhead a pristine overcast water. The crevasse of the limestone cave and mountainous region. It was a sleepless night, an eerie, lifeless island guarded by steep, rocky cliff. I heard my name being called out as I lay on the briny white beach. I was awoken by the voice, a premonition , almost a déjà vu. It was hard to take my eyes off the rocky island slopes were ablaze with purple heather. Afar, I saw what it seemed to be a mirage, I was drawn to the delicacies of what the island could offer. The lighthouse was beaming towards me blinded by the light I could merely make out the sense os someone fading towards me. It was a man who has been wounded and the light behind me faded. I woke up beside the man and were tied up towards the tree trunk, something caught my eye, the trunk of the tree began to bleed and millions of bloody eyeballs began to slid down.