When the ancient sun sank into the other end of the sea, darkness ascended the throne and became the new emperor of the Archipelago.
The sound of the tides never ceases, day and night.
The wind rustled the leaves in the dense forest, carrying the smell of fish and shrimp, the smoke of embers, through the center of the tribe.
Beside the humble hut, the unburned logs in the bonfire flickered with a red glow.
From within the house, which was covered with a few broad leaves, the sound of snoring had already emerged.
There were no lamps, no ample food; for the natives, when night falls, the whole world should rest.
Sleep can let them forget pain, forget hunger, forget fatigue.
When the sun rises tomorrow, life must go on.
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The old priest disappeared, and the Great Tribe asked for Spain's help. After the search team sent out also vanished, the Leader's close relationship with the Spaniards gradually broke down.
