No One Survived

Heavy fog surrounds the isolated island, and distant boats are anchored on the coast. There is no fighting with swords and shadows, only the siege, pull and game of oneself. An inward exile, the end of an obsession. All the hustle and bustle turned into the sound of the tide, and so far, no one had survived. [Short story | Stream of consciousness | Psychological monologue | Self-reconciliation] The full text has been completed, with a total of seven chapters. Emphasis on leaving blank space for emotions and lightness on concrete figures. Intention: When obsession returns to the tide, the old self will die and rush to the new self in the end.