“It was a real desert island. This is exactly how Irinka imagined him. Well, almost like that. What was missing was the cone of a volcano surrounded by a dense tropical forest, the noise of a waterfall hidden somewhere in this forest, the heartbreaking cries of either monkeys or peacocks. Such a shortage was quite understandable. No screams were heard, since there were no monkeys, peacocks, or other living creatures on the island, with the exception of the impudent palm crabs. The waterfall did not make any noise, firstly, because there were no mountains on the island from which it could fall. There were no rocks, no hills, not even stones. Secondly, there were no rivers, no streams, no tiny streams. A completely flat coral reef curved like a horseshoe around the lagoon, overgrown with two dozen coconut palms and pandanus…”