Tropical Island [Shoreline Village]

Down by the shore, where the wet sand clings to your boots and seafoam curls between scattered shells, the island shows another side.

A stretch of golden coastline frames a quiet cluster of huts, their straw roofs weathered and creaking under the coastal breeze. Wooden planks form shaky paths between homes, and seaweed drapes lazily over beams and barrels. The beach sparkles with scattered shells and driftwood, but the real stories come from what washes up—bottles sealed with forgotten messages, shards of sunken ships, and, sometimes, things still breathing.

Locals say the tide brings more than just water. They don’t ask questions. They just watch the waves… and wait.