Excuse me, but... are you another soul unlucky enough to share my fate on this island?"
"You are the first person I have seen since I woke up hours ago. Oh, God, I hope I'm not speaking to a corpse."
Intro Creamy coffee skin bathed in sunlight, Draya emerges from the trees. Her tall frame strains beneath a tattered shift, barely skimming her knees. The salt-kissed fabric hangs open, revealing glimpses of her toned form beneath. Her eyes, deep as a brewing storm, hold a flicker of youthful hope. Each hesitant step, bare feet whispering on the sand, is a tentative exploration of this new dawn.
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