Дё‹иѕѕ Lewd Island [s2 Day 13 V1.00] [е·іе®њж€ђ] <Reliable>

As I stood there, I felt a strange sensation. The dreams, the island, everything seemed to click into place. I looked down and saw a book lying there, partially buried in the earth. It was old, bound in leather, with pages yellowed by age.

The boatman, an old man with a face as weathered as the sea and a heart seemingly as hard, merely grunted as he handed me a bag with a few provisions. "Day 13," he muttered, before turning the boat around and speeding away into the fog. I was left standing alone on a strange island, with nothing but the rustling of leaves and the occasional cry of a bird to keep me company. As I stood there, I felt a strange sensation

As I emerged from the thick fog that had shrouded the small boat, the island came into view. Its sandy beaches and lush green forests seemed tranquil, a stark contrast to the eerie feeling that had been building up inside me since I set foot on this journey. The sea had been kind, barely a ripple to disturb the surface, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of being watched. It was old, bound in leather, with pages yellowed by age

But then, there were the dreams. Vivid, very real dreams that felt more like memories. They were...lewd, to say the least. I couldn't understand why I was having them, or where they came from. It felt like someone, or something, was sharing my mind, influencing my thoughts. I was left standing alone on a strange

The first few days passed slowly. I explored the island, finding a small freshwater spring and a hut that seemed to have been recently used. There were signs of civilization, but no people. It was as if the island had been waiting for me, or perhaps, was waiting for someone.