Work in Progress: "H.O.P.E." Part Three

On this real island, there is a real house. Or, to be more specific, a shack. It stands on the very central point of the sandy landmass. Its walls consist of long planks of ancient wood, which have been hastily painted a deep green. Atop these boards sits a sodden, brown thatched roof. There is a doorway on the front that looks as though it might just fit into its aperture if you squinted. The whole thing, from a distance, looks like a tree that has been designed by a particularly drunk and mischievous god (and it might have been, for all we know. We’ve all seen what drunk and mischievous people end up doing. For a moment, just imagine a deity having one too many and getting that annoying urge to be creative).