Treatment (4)

It was a tiny island, barely large enough for a single hut.

Such an island lay amid an ink-dark sea that swallowed even the moonlight.

It was there that the light bent and was drawn in.

Following the light, I reached the hut on the island and knocked. A young man's voice came from inside.

“Come in.”

His words reached my ears in an old-fashioned style that contrasted with his voice.

Creak...

I opened the door, grimacing at the hinge's rusty, desiccated shriek.

Inside, a handsome man who had been fiddling with the light from my bioluminescent bacteria spoke to me.

“You aren't one of those who overcome adversity and reach for the stars.”...