The island…

The magenta sky hugged the crimson stars. Below,mountains of gossamer clouds surrounded dark,ebony rocks erupting from the burning water. In front,was a small,ash tree draining the life from the island. Far out on the abyss,was a little boy coming towards the dying island.

I was here,standing on a navy boat and I could see the tiny island getting slightly closer every second. As I was getting closer,water splashed into the boat and I could see the mysterious sky staring down over me. Next to me,were lots of rocks making me dodge them as if they were an obsticle course. I was feeling really nervious and a little bit scared because I could can that the island was abandend a long time ago. When I got to the island, I gingerly stumbled towards the tree in the centre…I froze…the tree started to move towards me…

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