Mystery Island

                                                          

Every morning, without fail, I find myself at the window, staring out toward an island just off the coast. It’s a place I’ve come to know intimately through years of watching, yet it remains forever mysterious. The island is covered in thick, lush vegetation—a jumble of trees, shrubs, and vines that seem to grow wildly without human intervention. At times, it is covered with a haze, making it appear impenitrable. Sometimes, in the early morning light, I think I can see flashes of green through the canopy, hints of what might be hiding within. But as the day wears on, the island remains silent and still, an untouched patch of the world that calls to my curiosity.

I’ve never seen a boat go there, nor anyone venturing near its shores. Over the years, I’ve watched countless ships and small boats pass by, but none have ever headed toward that mysterious place. It’s as if the island exists in a separate time, separate space, disconnected from the bustling world beyond the coast. The locals around here don’t speak of it much—perhaps because it’s always been there, a quiet sentinel of the sea, or maybe because no one dares to venture close.

Sometimes, I imagine what could be on that island. Could it be uninhabited, left as a secret sanctuary? Or might there be something more—an old ruin, a forgotten relic of a long-lost civilization, hidden beneath the thick greenery? I think about the stories I’ve heard of explorers and adventurers who chase after the unknown, and I wonder if they’ve ever tried to reach it. Yet, as far as I know, no one has succeeded.

Each day, the island’s mystery deepens. The winds shift, stirring the trees and causing shadows to dance on the vegetation. The sun casts a golden glow, making the leaves shimmer like emerald flames. I feel a strange sense of longing whenever I look at it, a desire to step across the water and uncover its secrets. But the distance is too great, and I’ve never seen anyone brave enough to attempt the crossing.

Still, I keep watching, imagining stories for the island. Maybe someday, something will change—perhaps a boat will appear, or I will find a way to explore its hidden depths. Until then, it remains my silent, verdant mystery, just beyond my reach, a quiet reminder of how much of the world’s secrets we’ve yet to discover.