Asylum: The Shattered Frontier

Asylum: The Shattered Frontier

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"There was no denying it. Rein was alone, staring into the grey horizon of the world that made no sense. Again." Time is at a stand-still. The sun is set in its place in the western sky, never flinching. Everything else on the island remains frozen in time. Until Rein touches it. The problem is, he has no clue how he got there. He has no memory of things being any different than they are now - broken. The one thing he does know is, if things stay how they are, there is no way off of the island. Thousands of cycles have proven it true. The only thing he can do now is wait... wait and hope for something to change. Oh, how he wished that things would just change.... Until the day they did.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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