Desert Island Raven

I woke up from the broken life raft, facing not a desert island, but a living cemetery. There are no golden fingers or money-making abilities, just adaptability and step-by-step wilderness survival skills. Green light pierces the sky every night, the soil proliferates with pale fungi, and animals go crazy in aberrations. The carvings of "CAUTION" on the stone wall and the fragmented pages of the experiment log screamed the same truth: this island is the remains of an ancient ecological weapon - the "Cradle", and it has been poisoned and gone crazy. In order to survive, I had to form an alliance with a tainted but psychic creature named "Raven". It is my only guide, the living key to the deepest secrets of this maze of death. Until we get to the core: there are three such "cradles" in the world. Close one and the rest will strike back. Simultaneous closure requires perfect synchronization across continents and oceans. At this moment, at the end of the countdown, only me and the dying raven in my arms are left.