oranatang and turtle

orangutan and turtle freeze in the darkness of the cove. The footsteps grow louder, deliberate, methodical, not the sound of an animal prowling, something different, intelligent. Watching. Then a voice barely more than a whisper, you shouldn’t be here. The orangutan grips the tattered journal tighter, scanning for answers among the cryptic warnings .The turtle backs towards the entrance sensing a survivor who is gaunt wearing remnants of clothing that seem from a long-ago era a survivor.The orangutan recoils, but the figure doesn’t move to attack, instead he gestures to the journal.I f you found the journal you will know the truth. The words swirl in the oranatan,s mind trying to make sense of what is happening . then the surviver steps aside, revealing something deeper a tunnel dug into rock. Not natural created.T he tunnel walls glisten.scratch marks are all over the stone countless events a desperate record of time passed , but stranger still the deeper they go ,the more the markings change from survival to something else, symbols. Warnings. the survivor turns to them, grim-faced,This island is not an island.Torangatan grips the tunnel walls for balance. T turtle heart pounding he does not understand human speech, but he does understand fear. Outside they go the wind shifts the trees in a pattern that is not natural. The ocean retreats further from shore,as if something beneath is inhaling In the journal a passage barely legible but understandable and understandable it says IT KNOWS YOU ARE FRE

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