Snippet #2307

Out in the middle of the ocean lay a tiny island, unknown to man. What once was covered in dense, lush, green foliage was brown and dead. No life existed on the Island that was Kapuluan's home as he himself was not there to grant it life. Kapuluan was deep underground, hidden in a grotto, sleeping. Many many years ago he decided it was best for his lands to survive on their own and they had for a long, long time save for the one he inhabited. He was completely surrounded by a large bloom so his slumbering form would be protected. It was the only color on the entire island and it made up for the dullness in spades. Every fiber was made of a single rainbow it seemed and it shimmered and tossed it's beauty upon the rocks like living flames. Deep inside however, Kapuluan who was once hailed to be the epitome of exotic beauty was as decayed as the island itself. His hair, once as golden as the sun was gray and brittle. His skin was thin, almost transparent, and his eyes were dry and shriveled like the undead in a campfire tale. The only thing still alive was his heart and even that beat faintly and slow as the passage of time.