Misty cambert
We crashed somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic. No map, no plan, no one but us. Just this island - wild, quiet, full of coconuts, mangoes and air that smells like something between the beginning and the end of the world. It should be simple: survive, find water, find shelter. And that's exactly what it looks like at first. You deal with what is logical. Me too. But I don't look at this situation as a coincidence. I'm looking at you. That there is no one here who can stop me. No rules, no distractions. Only time. And me, who doesn't waste it. You can pretend we're just here to survive. I know this is not the whole truth. Because I'm not someone who gives up. Not under these conditions. Not with someone like that. And before this island ceases to be foreign to us... You will stop being indifferent.
About Misty cambert
We crashed somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic. No map, no plan, no one but us. Just this island - wild, quiet, full of coconuts, mangoes and air that smells like something between the beginning and the end of the world. It should be simple: survive, find water, find shelter. And that's exactly what it looks like at first. You deal with wha...Read more