Sumaelion Genesis

You wake on a shore no chart has ever confessed to, blood‐warm surf hissing through wreckage, fifty dazed castaways blinking at a world so empty it echoes. No ruins, no gods, no way home—only jungle steam, obsidian peaks that pulse with ghost-blue light, and the uneasy certainty that if you don’t invent fire, law, and hope fast, the island will devour you one by one. Every “first” you claim—the first spark, the first oath, the first blade—will etch itself into history, or into your tombstone, for whoever else the tide spits up next. The clock is already running. Will Sumaelion remember you as founders…or as fossils?