Tropical Island [Cliffside Beach]

The sound changes here. The wind whistles sharper, and the waves crash with a weight that feels… heavier.

Welcome to the cliffside beach—a stretch of pale sand wedged between towering stone cliffs and the endless deep blue. Jagged rocks jut out like warning signs, slick with salt and age. More wreckage washes up here: splintered wood, lost cargo, and half-sunken memories.

Near the far end, a narrow chasm cuts through the cliff face—dark, dripping, and just wide enough to slip into. Locals don’t speak much of what lies beyond. Maybe they’re afraid. Maybe they just don’t return. Either way, the path is open… if you dare to follow it.