You follow the sound to the edge of a clearing. There, standing in a circle of moss-covered stones, are the island’s true inhabitants: the —palm-sized, bioluminescent creatures with delicate, humanoid shapes and wings that shimmer like oil on water. They are the island’s memory keepers.

Log Entry #01

You stand at the bow of your rebuilt raft, the Luminauts perched on your shoulders like tiny stars. The mysterious island was never a prison. It was a door.