Дё‹иѕѕ Lewd Island [s2 Day 13 V1.00] [е·іе®њж€ђ] -

But then, there were the dreams. Vivid, very real dreams that felt more like memories. They were...lewd, to say the least. I couldn't understand why I was having them, or where they came from. It felt like someone, or something, was sharing my mind, influencing my thoughts.

The boatman, an old man with a face as weathered as the sea and a heart seemingly as hard, merely grunted as he handed me a bag with a few provisions. "Day 13," he muttered, before turning the boat around and speeding away into the fog. I was left standing alone on a strange island, with nothing but the rustling of leaves and the occasional cry of a bird to keep me company. But then, there were the dreams

On Day 13, I decided to explore more of the island than I had previously. There was a hill I had noticed from afar, and I felt an inexplicable pull towards it. The climb was steeper than I expected, but the view from the top was breathtaking. I could see the entire island laid out before me, and in the distance, the sea. I couldn't understand why I was having them,

As days turned into weeks, I fell into a routine. Wake up at dawn, find food, explore a bit more, and then settle by the fire at night. It was a peaceful existence, one that I had initially thought would be solitude. "Day 13," he muttered, before turning the boat

The realization hit me like a wave. I wasn't alone on this island. There were...presences, entities, spirits perhaps, that had been here for a long time. And they had been trying to communicate with me, through my dreams.

And as I drifted off to sleep, the whispers in my mind grew louder, welcoming me to Lewd Island, and to a new chapter in my life that I could hardly begin to imagine.