In contrast to the open and flat beach to the south, the northern part of Cliff Island is filled with bare, towering reefs. The dark brown rocky pillars, forcibly fused together by the might of nature, form sharp craggy peaks.
Millions of years of wind and rain erosion have left the bases of the rocky pillars full of cracks, the widest only a hand's length, yet they are bottomless within, and standing above them one can only see a pitch-black void.
"Sss..."
The boot falls, the sole stepping onto the deep green moss covering the surface of the rocks, like stepping on a sponge soaked with water, accompanied by the sound of water splashing in a sticky, dull noise, a slippery and sticky sensation from just beneath the foot.
Perennially damp, a gentle swipe with the palm resting on the nearby rock wall instantly coats the fingers with cold droplets.
