Who knows what is inside the island. When I was a child, there were beautiful and rare gray-green butterflies inside. There are fireflies on summer nights on the island. Colorful wildflowers are blooming everywhere. And I am an adult now. I have gone through all kinds of hardships to come here, risking my life and morality, for the treasures buried here with thousands of bones. I knew I would never find this place again. I will lose something forever. I will be dead forever.