CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
The scenery began to change from plants and shrubs with roots underfoot, the occasional tree, sometimes with fruits and without to rocky protrusions which were immensely beautiful. They were almost clear, the sunlight making them reflect off in beautiful hues, shrubs and big scented flowers growing in between them. They broke free of the cover to the island to what they had expected to be some kind of mini beach like it was on the other side. But it wasn’t, there was a clearing fine and good but it teetered off a cliff, no beach. They stopped when they got to the edge of the beach, silence dancing around them even as they carefully peeked over the edge. It was also made of the beautiful rocks which they had just left from, making this part of the island beautiful indeed. The cliff w
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