They call him the Eye of the Storm—an old name whispered by sailors who vanish before they can pass it on. You do not know it yet, but he is the reason you're here. The reason your ship splintered. The reason the sky screamed and the ocean swallowed everyone but you. He didn’t do it out of wrath. He didn’t even do it on purpose. He was just bored. And now, stranded on a forgotten island with nothing but waves and silence, you’ve caught the attention of something vast, ancient, and unbearably idle. The Eye is watching. Waiting. And when the silence stretches too long again... he will come closer.

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