Tropical Island [Hermit House]

Far from the mainland, where the waves speak in whispers and the wind carries only silence, a lone island rises from the sea—small, still, and strangely serene.

Atop the island sits a weathered hut, built snugly around a great stone, as if the hermit who lives—or lived—here refused to disturb what was already sacred. The waters surrounding the island shimmer in brilliant blues and greens, alive with darting fish and glimpses of wildlife just beneath the surface.

Most who find this place arrive by swimming through the shallows, but when the tide retreats, an ancient pathway reveals itself, slick with seashells and clams. It’s the only road in—or out. Peaceful, yes… but islands like this rarely stay quiet forever.