It was a divine rhythm, a language of emotion.

"Can you hear it too?"

Ezra asked, head bowed, eyes closed. Leaned back as the basket swayed slightly. The glowing green amulet around their neck dimmed with each sway. Their breath was slow and steady, and it was at this moment Ethan knew the world was at their feet. It was the way the clouds floating overhead dissipated with each inhale. And how the island's rhythmic pattern would speed up and slow down as Ezra spoke. They were connected. How? He needed to find out.

"Boriken." Ethan whipped around.

"You found, Boriken: Land of the Valiant Lord."

Glowing green eyes open, alert and ready.
The islands stilled, the silence suffocating.

"An extension of Puerto Rico, a spirit world between Heaven and Hell." They looked at Ethan.

"Shall I continue?"

Ethan nodded.