We have to say, we were pretty lucky. At least some of the islands we found nearby later weren't as fertile or had such a large vegetation cover as this one.

However, we still carried out some infrastructure development on some islands that are relatively close to us. Some of these islands produce minerals, while others produce crops, which has been of considerable help to us to some extent.

Since then, we've kept discovering new islands in the vicinity. This made me realize that perhaps the tectonic plates near our island are slowly rising, and this place might become a new landmass.

Several years have passed, and the emergence of numerous islands has confirmed my initial thoughts: the landmass here is indeed constantly rising.

We once went to the area where the giant rocks almost wiped us out. It's no longer a group of giant rocks, but has become a continuous mountain range.

I couldn't help but marvel at how much the world has changed. Times have changed; the land where we once lived has sunk into the sea, but the landforms hidden beneath the waves have transformed into new mountains and rivers.

My boat's movement has also brought new life to these previously barren areas. Over a decade of rain has washed away most of the salt that rose from the land back into the sea.

Some resilient shrubs and wildflowers can still survive on this land, and when we arrive in such places, we scatter some of these plant seeds all over the island.

Since the seeds we have are relatively limited, when they bloom, the entire hillside will turn into a vast sea of ​​bright red flowers, which looks beautiful and breathtaking.

Now, Xixi is a grown-up young woman, just as beautiful as Susu was back then. She also enjoys learning to cook from Susu, but her skills are still not very good; she needs to learn more from her mother.

Dante is now the new leader of the Mira tribe, and he is busy leading everyone to build various parts of the island every day. Their lives are beginning to get back on track and are getting better and better.

However, the passage of time also brings some sadness. The old chief of the Mira tribe has left us, and Pat also left me on a quiet night.

Their lives had come to an end, which is the greatest helplessness that time brings to all living beings. No matter how powerful you are in life, you still cannot overcome the test of life and death in the end.

Top is quite old now. It no longer likes to jump around on the branches like it did when I first met it. Most of the time, Top likes to sit on the sun-drenched beach and stare blankly into the distance.

Top knew that there used to be a large landmass there, where he was born and where many of his companions lived.

He left his hometown in his youthful arrogance, and that became a lifelong commitment. In the end, he could no longer even return to see his old home.

Top's worldview wasn't very clear on the concept of mass extinction. It only knew that it and a large group of people had encountered a disaster, and that its companions should still be living somewhere in their original home.

It's just a pity that I can't see these former companions one last time at the end of my life.

Sometimes I would sit with Top on the beach, quietly gazing into the distance, our fates so similar. I also didn't get to see my loved ones one last time; perhaps my mother is already gone, just like the old chief.

One day, Top found me and personally handed me the crescent moon necklace that I had once made from obsidian.

Then she stayed by my side all day, just like when we first met, inseparable. I'm already past the age of knowing one's destiny, so I naturally understand what it means.

Top is my closest relative. Although I was sad, we all pretended to be fine and continued to chat and laugh as usual.

I cooked all of Top's favorite foods, and in the evening I even brought out the old chief's treasured wine and drank it with Top just like we used to.

Perhaps only this old wine, brought from his hometown and aged for decades, can give Top a taste of his homeland.

Top ate heartily that day, just like that monkey that used to follow me around. We drank quite a bit too, and didn't fall asleep until we were dizzy and lightheaded.

Top snuggled up to me and slept peacefully all night; perhaps I was the closest person to it in the world.

The next morning, Top got up early as usual. But I never saw Top again after that, just like Pat, who suddenly left us.

There's a saying in rural areas that if you raise cats, dogs, or other animals for a long time, they will develop human-like abilities.

When they know their time is coming to an end, they will stay with their owners for the last few days, and then find a quiet place to wait for time to pass.

I know Top has left me, and now the obsidian necklace in my hand is my only memento. I think perhaps one day I will also quietly leave this world like this.

The earth's crust continues to move, and large tracts of new land appear near this island, and our people are becoming more and more prosperous.

I've lost a lot of my memory; I've even forgotten my mother and my sister. But deep in my memory, I still remember a monkey grinning and squeaking at me.

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That year, I leaned on my cane, holding a thick notebook that was completely filled with notes, and shuffled over to sit cross-legged on a grassy field covered with unknown little yellow flowers.

Further away, towering trees reach into the clouds, and several beautifully colored birds are singing on the branches, welcoming the morning glow.

This scene was so similar to when I first came into this world; at that moment, I seemed to have an epiphany.

There are countless paths to enlightenment, but no matter how they change, they will all eventually lead to the same destination.

My life is like a big circle drawn on a piece of paper. It starts from the beginning and eventually returns to the same point.

I exhaled a long, stale breath, and my mind cleared. The sunlight gradually became blinding and blurry…

The white light I had seen before reappeared before my eyes, and the world turned completely white again, and I could see nothing at all.

Just then, I heard a sound that hadn't been heard for decades: my cell phone rang...

I suddenly opened my eyes, and I was still lying on my own bed, with the furnishings around me exactly the same as they were decades ago.

I picked up my phone and saw it was that mean-spirited boss again. This time, I didn't intend to answer, so I hung up the annoying call and turned off my phone.

I looked at my younger self in the mirror on the table and could hardly believe it. Was this really me?

Just when I thought it was all a long dream, I inadvertently caught sight of a rough-looking yet incredibly familiar notebook lying on the corner of the table.

Above it was a black obsidian crescent necklace strung with leather cord, gleaming slightly in the sunlight.

At that moment, a warm, spring-like smile appeared on my lips as I hung the obsidian necklace around my neck.

I then opened my secondhand laptop that was lying next to me and created a document. Amidst the rapid tapping of keyboard, a passage of text slowly appeared:

My name is Tang Yi, and I'm a recent college graduate...