The Eye of the Storm

Lucas had always been fascinated by the Paraná Delta, the vast network of rivers and islands that stretched across northeastern Argentina. He loved exploring the marshlands, observing the wildlife, and discovering new places. He had heard stories about a mysterious island that was perfectly circular and rotated on its own, but he had never seen it for himself. He decided to embark on a quest to find it, armed with a map, a compass, and a kayak.

He paddled for hours, following the directions he had found online. He passed by many islands, some inhabited, some not, but none of them matched the description of the one he was looking for. He began to doubt if it even existed, or if it was just a legend. He was about to give up when he noticed something unusual in the distance. It was a small, round lake, surrounded by a thin channel of water. And in the middle of the lake, there was an island. A circular island.

Lucas felt a surge of excitement as he approached the lake. He could see the island clearly now, and it was indeed rotating slowly on its axis. He wondered what caused it to move, and what secrets it might hold. He reached the edge of the lake and looked for a way to enter. He saw a gap in the vegetation that seemed to lead to the channel. He steered his kayak towards it and entered the lake.

He felt a strange sensation as he crossed the threshold. It was as if he had entered a different world, a world where time and space were distorted. He looked around and saw that the lake was perfectly circular, with no sign of the river he had come from. He looked at his compass and saw that it was spinning wildly, unable to find north. He looked at his map and saw that it was blank, as if the lake and the island did not exist.

He felt a surge of fear as he realized he was trapped. He tried to paddle back to the gap, but it was gone. He tried to paddle around the lake, but it was endless. He tried to paddle towards the island, but it was moving away from him. He was caught in a vortex, a whirlpool, a storm. He screamed for help, but no one heard him. He was alone.

He looked at the island again, hoping to find a way out. He saw something that made his blood run cold. He saw an eye. A huge, green eye, staring at him from the center of the island. It was the eye of the island, the eye of the storm, the eye of the mystery. It was watching him, judging him, mocking him. It was alive.

Lucas felt a surge of madness as he met the gaze of the eye. He felt a connection, a communication, a challenge. He felt the eye inviting him, tempting him, daring him. He felt the eye telling him to come closer, to join it, to become it. He felt the eye offering him a choice, a chance, a destiny.

He felt a surge of curiosity as he considered the eye's offer. He wondered what it was, what it wanted, what it knew. He wondered what would happen if he accepted, if he reached the island, if he touched the eye. He wondered if he would find the answers he was looking for, or if he would lose himself forever. He wondered if he had anything to lose, or if he had already lost everything.

He felt a surge of courage as he made his decision. He stopped paddling, stopped struggling, stopped fearing. He let go of his map, his compass, his kayak. He let go of his past, his present, his future. He let go of his self. He let the current take him, the vortex pull him, the storm engulf him. He let the eye draw him, the island welcome him, the mystery embrace him.

He closed his eyes and opened his mind. He felt a surge of light, a surge of sound, a surge of sensation. He felt a surge of wonder, a surge of joy, a surge of peace. He felt a surge of power, a surge of knowledge, a surge of being. He felt a surge of life.

He opened his eyes and saw the eye. He saw himself in the eye. He saw the eye in himself. He saw the island. He saw the lake. He saw the delta. He saw the world. He saw everything.

He smiled.

He was home.