A wide open space. Almost everything is tainted in a dull blue. The sky and the sea are like identical twins that are difficult to tell apart. It’s hazy, perhaps, but certainly humid. Two fishermen sit along the coast with their fishing poles standing ready for a catch. In the far background, something that looks like a tree. It could be an island, uninhabited, with a single tree to its name.
It could be an island, if it wasn’t for the fact that the island was moving. In fact, there, at . . .
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