Syntheli's voice echoes through the ether.

This is what the Island looks like when in deep slumber. What'd you spot first - the palm trees' leaves curling up for warmth, the toucans seeking shelter under their branches, the tide retreating from the shore?

No, I'm just playing with you. I know that all you land-dwellers see first is the sunset giving way to the stars...

She stifles a giggle that fades with the wind.