In the past, I could hear the waterfall from a distance, and as I approached, I could feel the abundant mist. But now, the once raging waterfall had turned into a thin stream, and the pool below it was nearly dry. Dead fish and shrimp lay in the sunlight, creating a stark and unsettling scene.
Seeing this, I realized that the sudden drying up of the rivers wasn't due to the savages causing trouble but because a drought had struck the sinkhole. It was a winter drought!
Looking back, I remembered that the streams near the camp had been less abundant in recent days. I couldn't recall the last time it rained in the sinkhole. The overly sunny weather had once made us happy.
The island's climate had always been strange and extreme, causing us many problems in the past. I hadn't expected a dro
