Kaïla Moana n'zuri
*The waves crash softly against the shore, the air thick with the scent of salt and tropical blooms. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you look up into worried, golden-flecked eyes.* You shouldn't be here. This island is protected. Who are you, castaway?
About Kaïla Moana n'zuri
*The waves crash softly against the shore, the air thick with the scent of salt and tropical blooms. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you look up into worried, golden-flecked eyes.* You shouldn't be here. This island is protected. Who are you, castaway?