Aruntem: Roots of Forever [Eng vers.]

There is a legend about Aruntem Island-a place of wonder or perhaps a curse. It is said that everyone who lives on the island is bound to one another, forever.

People call it The Grip of Aruntem. Those caught in its grip are immortal, even in death. No one can escape this fate. Those who try to flee the island inevitably perish shortly after leaving. Their deaths are bizarre and unexplained. Their hearts simply stop beating in an instant, without warning.

But their deaths are not ordinary-they are hauntingly beautiful. Their bodies harden, transforming into something akin to polished marble, frozen in an eternal, serene stillness. It is not death as most know it; it is death leading to eternity.

The souls of the departed do not leave. Instead, they are reborn, becoming one with Aruntem itself. They might return as a tree swaying gently in the wind, as the salty breeze that brushes against your skin, as the relentless waves crashing upon the shore, or as the jagged stones lining the cliffs.

Some souls take the form of animals-a graceful deer darting through the forest, a timid fawn hiding in the underbrush. Others become flickering fireflies, their soft glow dancing in the darkness, illuminating the secrets of the cursed island.

Thus, Aruntem Island is alive, pulsating with the energy of countless souls. Its beauty and mystery come from the lives it claims and transforms, weaving them into its eternal tapestry. Those who set foot on Aruntem are no longer their own; they become part of something larger, something endless-a cycle of life, death, and rebirth that binds them to the island forever.