As a new castaway on the Isle of Write myself, I just wanted to say, greetings! The imagery of this chapter is awe-inspiring.

The mist was so faint that the silver light they bled was like the ghosting streams of an aurora.

Lovely! So evocative and eerie.

Your dialogue is also layered and fought with hidden meaning. I wish my writing was as textured.

I'm deeply looking forward to reading the next part!