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coco // 🪢🌙🌻 // i'm up all night to get lucky
Curious to see if anyone incorporated gravestones (AKA western style stones) into their island! My island is not a horror island, but on the second tier cliff, there is a mossy gravestone next to a well with a black rose next to it. I have a bit of island lore I created to make my island seem more interesting.
In the early 1900s, a very rich man by the first name of Christopher (not Columbus haha) was very interested in ships and boats. He felt he had to live up to his name so he set sail with his small daughter, Celia, to find an island. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing - all he knew was that he wanted to be known for something. Something!
He landed on what is now Celosia with a flimsy tent and enough supplies to survive for a bit. The first week he spent building a small but very unsafe well, as he needed some way to get water. The well had no covering, and it was very exposed. It was no surprise when tragedy struck. Their second month there, Christopher was off exploring and looking at bugs and birds and the beaches. He wasn't the most responsible father, so he stupidly let Celia wander far from where he usually told her she had to stop. Celia was a curious child and of course she went wherever she wanted to. That's when she saw the well.
She'd been horribly bored of the island, and she saw the prospects for a game. She took a small rubber ball her father had made out of erasers and began bouncing it off of the rim of the well. Of course, it wasn't long until it fell in.
Celia was six, so she was rather short. As she leaned down to look into the bottomless, dark chasm, for a single second, she leaned just an inch too far, and her feet left the ground. That was all it took.
Heartbroken, Christopher sailed back to where he came from, vowing to never adventure out again, as it had deadly consequences. Hence, the island is named CELosia, in honor of little Celia
In the early 1900s, a very rich man by the first name of Christopher (not Columbus haha) was very interested in ships and boats. He felt he had to live up to his name so he set sail with his small daughter, Celia, to find an island. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing - all he knew was that he wanted to be known for something. Something!
He landed on what is now Celosia with a flimsy tent and enough supplies to survive for a bit. The first week he spent building a small but very unsafe well, as he needed some way to get water. The well had no covering, and it was very exposed. It was no surprise when tragedy struck. Their second month there, Christopher was off exploring and looking at bugs and birds and the beaches. He wasn't the most responsible father, so he stupidly let Celia wander far from where he usually told her she had to stop. Celia was a curious child and of course she went wherever she wanted to. That's when she saw the well.
She'd been horribly bored of the island, and she saw the prospects for a game. She took a small rubber ball her father had made out of erasers and began bouncing it off of the rim of the well. Of course, it wasn't long until it fell in.
Celia was six, so she was rather short. As she leaned down to look into the bottomless, dark chasm, for a single second, she leaned just an inch too far, and her feet left the ground. That was all it took.
Heartbroken, Christopher sailed back to where he came from, vowing to never adventure out again, as it had deadly consequences. Hence, the island is named CELosia, in honor of little Celia
