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The next snatches of time the young man was able to peice together was a patchwork atrocity, an insult to true memory. Through all the haze and void that filled whatever time was between him and the island with beautiful flowers was the tattered image of the dead stone-age raider, clinging to his mind most clearly of all his experiences thus far.

Whatever was before the raider and the flowers, his mind replaced, offering twisted visions of misfortune. He recalled little more than strange and ominious abstracts of what may very well had been, or what may be to come. Pronounced over all these strange symbols, he dreamt of fear and hate, the two sister summoners of violence, blending into an incestuous slurry of blood, and consuming everything in its path. He saw the tidal wave of destruction and mutilation take countless others in its indiscriminant journey of death, and only narrowly avoided the same fate by leaving everything behind and fleeing.

And then Nobody woke up from his fevered dream, lying flat on the small raft of logs and intertwining branches he crafted the night before while squinting weakly at the morning sun. Questions rose wearily from his mind, but were put back to rest by the more apparent threat of thirst.

Nobody groaned, annoyed that despite being clever enough to leave the island while he was still unknown by anyone, he had neglected to bring any freshwater with him. He widened his eyes gently, while placing an unsteady hand on the edge of his raft, trying to re-teach his body how it felt to be wet. It took about five more minutes of reserved movement for him to fully awaken, and gather his bearings. After fully preparing himself, he looked for the closest landform he could find. "I should be getting into some shelter before I am baked alive under this sun..." He muttered to himself, eyeing the massive, earthy colored protrusion into the sky in the distance. Without even saying as much aloud, he recognized the feature as the tree of life.

He begins to paddle the makeshift boat to Mainland.