Journey 1 The Mysterious Island Here

You follow the sound to the edge of a clearing. There, standing in a circle of moss-covered stones, are the island’s true inhabitants: the —palm-sized, bioluminescent creatures with delicate, humanoid shapes and wings that shimmer like oil on water. They are the island’s memory keepers.

And you have just stepped through.

You stand at the bow of your rebuilt raft, the Luminauts perched on your shoulders like tiny stars. The mysterious island was never a prison. It was a door. journey 1 the mysterious island