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In the calm after the storm, only one survivor remains, his weary body stretched across the wreckage bobbing in the water. The sun beats down upon him, as he clings to his makeshift raft.
A gull cries out in the distance. The sailor stirs. He scans the horizon, searching for signs of rescue.
There, a spot in the distance. Land beckons. Hope rekindled, he finds the strength to row.
His paddle dips into the clear blue water as the island grows closer. His heart lightens, and his pace quickens. The palm trees sway in the breeze. Waves lap the shore, a welcome sound after days of despair. He beaches his raft and stumbles ashore. Safe.
In the shadows cast by this candle's light, find yourself standing upon isolated shores, surrounded by the fragrances of sun-bleached driftwood and flowering patchouli.
Mood: A raft of sun-bleached wood bobs along the waves. An island beckons on the horizon, the scent of land and trees wafting over the waters, promising shelter and rest.
Smells Like... driftwood, patchouli, and cedarleaf dried in the tropical sun.