In the heart of the vast ocean, where maps lose their way, lies the island of Nala—a land so few humans have ever visited, and those who did never returned. The island cradles colorful trees that dance beneath an unforgiving sun, and a clear lake that mirrors the sky like a silent glass. It is surrounded by gentle hills and golden beaches, patiently waiting for someone to discover them.
There, amidst that majestic stillness, Ix was born.
His birth was no ordinary event; it marked the beginning of a story—a struggle for survival. There was no warm embrace, no soothing voice... only the salty air and strange winds wrapped around him, while the cautious and attentive eyes of an old, wise man watched over him.
That man, the last survivor of a group of five who had reached the island, taught Ix everything about enduring this strange world. He showed him how to read the signs on the ground, how to craft tools from the few scattered trees and sparse vegetation, and how to confront the loneliness that could swallow even the strongest souls.
Ix was not just a child born on the island; he was the sole survivor, the last heir of a lost world, who would try to carve meaning for his life amidst that vast, silent sea.