❝ the wind colder, and the ocean more violent. ❞ ©
— you were born here, with high hopes about getting to leave your island; but dreams were all they were. your parents tell you that nobody has ever left, or at least if they did; nobody sent back a post - card. the fog surrounds your home, and your dreams of making it big and getting to leave this village are crushed once another ship - wreck is found out in the waters of your fathers friend; who SWORE he would make it out to the mainland. you live here, and this is where you will die. eroda is all you have ever known, and fortunately for you; it’s all you ever WILL know.
— you came here on the ferry, eleven am on the dot. you have heard promises of their prestige academic achievements, maclean academy calling your name. your captain gives you a smile, welcoming you with open arms to your new home. you didn’t know he meant it permanently, that there was no chance of escape now matter how hard you tried. eroda was yours, and your new family was the inhabitants of the four villages.
— MARMOTON, MARTIN’S HEAVEN, GARONA, AND YUNA. four villages to pick and choose where you would one day inevitably die here. you’ll make friends here, you’ll make enemies here. everybody knows everything, this community is close knit. are you willing to visit ? are you willing to take that ferry ride to no land quite like it ?











