Chapitre 128: The Light

The island of Oshima is a small uninhabited island about 100 kilometers off the coast of Tokyo City. The summit of Mihara mountain is covered by a vast desert of black volcanic sand, and vegetation of small green shrubs scattered amongst it. It's night now, and the only light available in the area, is from the moonlight itself, and a cruise ship's searchlights approaching the island's shore.

The wind blows that familiar seaside scent that would remind you of childhood memories at the beach, and a breeze that chills your heart away from all your worries and the stresses of urban life. This is what they say is a taste of the freedom of the desert nomad. One whose life relies not on overtime, high school grades, or looking fashionably trendy. It's a freedom that lets you see life as a journey between you and a lonely world. And sometimes, you get to meet different kinds of people along the way.