Bridges? Walls
One of the lessons living on this island has taught me over the years is that it is meant to be isolated away from everyone.
I wanted to be an engineer, but not a civil engineer. I spent my whole life building bridges. To some of the bridges, I gave part of my life essence hoping it’s going to be stronger. I spent my whole lives watching every single one of the bridges burn down.
I shot the flares, I called for help, I did everything I could to make this island feel not like one.
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Something things are not just meant to be.
I recently watched the last bridge fall apart. I tried to patch every crack, held it up with all my might, cried rivers to put out the fire and ironically strengthen the pillars, but it was doomed to fall apart. Its fate is the same as the other bridges
I gathered the debris from the broken bridges, and built a wall as high as a kite.
There will be no more visitors.
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