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No one lived on the island. It hadn't changed much since the breaking. Tiny huts we're strewn across the surface, barely distinguishable from the debris.

No one walked the island. Food was no longer anywhere to be seen. There used to be fish. You used to be able to call it fish. Only sludge now. Plastic, sludge and.. not fish.

No one looked at the horizon. Thunderclouds gathered, darkening the already dim light.

No one yawned, rubbed his eyes. It was Tuesday.