Sunset. On Josephine's island, all is quiet, peaceful, nothing moves. The sea is silkily silent and the trees frissonnent as if made of velvet.
Softly walks Josephine out of the woods, towards the shore, a bottle in her hand.
In the bottle, a message.
Kneeling at the shore, perhaps praying, Josephine pushes the bottle on the water. Soundless waves soon carry it away.
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