Adam nimbly scaled the towering wall of a valley, then entered a naturally formed cave. This was his humble abode on this strange, mysterious island.
"Oh, by the way, did I tell you? That there's no one on this island except for me?" Adam muttered under his breath.
To whom he was speaking… remained unknown.
"Right, I probably must have already told you," he mumbled as he entered the cave. "Anyway, welcome to my humble abode."
The cave was simple, yet very unsettling in its simplicity.
In one corner, a crude fire pit of blackened stones occupied the space. They carried the faint scent of smoke and char. Opposite it, a rough mattress of dried seaweed was spread across the cold floor.
"That's my bed," Adam pointed with a finger. "It's very… cushiony? Hmm…"
He stroked his charred chin. "Cushiony? I wonder if that's a word. But you get what I'm trying to convey, yes?"
Adam looked over his shoulder, as if talking to someone. But of course, no one was there.
