Venturing back to the enigmatic island, John can be seen in a serene slumber, his reclined form nestled against the massive boulder. Encircled by towering trees, the zephyr's gentle caress tousled his hair, while a symphony of birdsong breathed life into the surroundings.
The morning sun cast a golden hue upon his locks, heralding the arrival of a new day.
As the first rays of dawn graced the horizon, John's eyelids fluttered, unveiling his keen gaze.
He rose to his feet, his vision captivated by the brilliant sun, which, like a celestial torch, bathed the forest in its resplendent glow.
He then enbark on a journey, each step propelling him closer to his sanctuary or should i say to rose shelter.
His heart remained uncalm and heavy, still grappling with the memories of the previous night and the actions he had taken.
Yet, in a fleeting moment of introspection, he dismissed those tainted thoughts as mere accidents, purging his conscience.