As they walked along the island toward the small house in the distance, Michael looked at the nearby trees. One of them on the edge of the others that surrounded the shrouded home in front of them had some writing carved into it. He approached and squinted at the oddly fine carving work in the trunk, trying to read what they said.My dearest love, another day I consider the softness of your lips and the sharpness of your wit. I hope when you wake you see this note and are filled with the same love I felt for you as I left you sleeping.He gently ran his fingers along the words, feeling a hint of warmth in them and seeing a trace of golden divinity woven among them. He looked up the tree and saw that that love note was one of many, and nearly every tree nearby was covered in them. All of them were giving off just a bit of golden lettering when he divined them too.Godseeker was practically dragging him forward at this point and they approached the small house. It appeared to have been primarily made of clay with wooden shutters on the windows and colorful shells and stone pressed into the walls all across it. It had clearly been abandoned for some time, with a number of the shutters having fallen down and a great amount of wear all across it, but Michael could tell it had been built with great care.He went to the front door, which was more of a large plank of wood that came off with a bit of force. He placed it against the side of the house and stepped into it. Just like the outside, the walls and ceiling were covered in colorful shells and stones along with a number of wooden carvings suspended from the ceiling by thread. Michael reached up and gently held one of the wooden sculptures, it was an intricate carving of a fish, with each individual scale perfectly wrought. They’d all been painted as well, not with realistic colors, but rather with bold colors and patterns that made them all seem vibrant and alive.He (...)