1st Reporter: Micheal Any words on where Tinashe is?
Micheal: She on Vacation! (sigh)
1st Reporter: Is she still alive?
Micheal froze by the serious question before stopping to turn to the reporter holding the newspaper that said in bold words.
October 10, 2035
The LA
Newspaper
Everyone wants to know?
WHERE IS TINASHE!?
(Fans show urgent demand for new music… Pictures or just a interview)
By Daniel Lee
Micheal took a minute before speaking into the microphone
Micheal: Tinashe is on Vacation working on the new place where she is at currently, and I believe when she is ready, you’ll see her again.
A reporter pushes past with a mic in front of Micheals face
2nd Reporter: (Out of the way, fellas) Is it true that you don’t even know where she is?
Micheal: I don't have the money to pay for that one to go away, I guess! (The reporters laugh, while he slips his right hand into his pocket before talking again)
This Is the Vacation, Micheal Was specking about that day, Before Tinashe went missing again!
This is everything that happen before the lead up of Tinashe seeing Quantum City, The first time Tinashe vanished, Yes at this time she was more vital than ever before!
Sentinel Island
This Is another story Like No OTHER !
Tinashe: Forget Me Not!
Intro / Part.1: Ti-Na-Sane
Part.2: Welcome To Past Island
Part.3: Ben
Part.4: Death On The Sand
Part.5: Other Things Are Nothing
Part.6: Forget Trust?
Part.7: Bring Back Painful Past
Part.8: The Last Star Child
Part.9: Final Kill
Closing / Part.10: Thanking God!
Intro / Part.1: Ti-Na-Sane
Before she could say Quantum city!
Tinashe was gifted something at the moment of peace & new memories!
(Tinashe was hardly alone)
After her video of female fighters in suits that spoke resistance, that even made Janet Jackson cry and smile!
A man stood on the other side of the rocks with very little care for her but an offer to escape so other female artist on the label he worked for, would finally have a chance on a stage?
The drone of the half yacht engines had always been a soothing balm to Tinashe, a low hum that promised escape.
And with out anyone knowing, Tinashe for the first time left without much but the thought of freedom from everything!
This is everything that happen before Quantum City, yes at the time she was more vital than ever!
The relentless cycle of albums, tours, interviews – the constant demand to be on – had left her hollow before she could later on disappear completely.
At this time… She was on a private journey, ostensibly for inspiration, but truly for silence.
The turquoise water of the Caribbean was meant to cure, not to betray.
(But the ocean, like fame, often had a cruel undertow.)
The storm hit without warning, a monstrous fist manifesting from a clear sky.
One moment, she was sipping a mango smoothie on the deck of The Siren, her sleek, minimalist yacht; the next, the world was a maelstrom of screaming wind and towering waves.
The captain, a grizzled old salt named Ben had barely time to shout, with a quick flash back in time to his earlier years of sailing the sea!
Cap.Ben Flash Back
Ben: Get below! before a rogue wave the size of a small building crashed over the bow, tearing through the vessel like paper.
The last thing Tinashe remembered was the sickening lurch, the smell of ozone and salt, and the splintering shriek of metal, before consciousness dissolved into a cold, crushing black.
Tinashe awoke to the insistent caress of cool sand against her cheek, the rhythmic whisper of waves…
and a throbbing pain in her head.
The voices mixed with the ocean spoke to her
Tinashe lost in the dizzy daze!
Tinashe: Where…How??
( Not able to stand )
Replaying it all in her head
Tinashe: Okay…After the boat crashed, the last thing she remembered was the splintering impact, the roar of water, and a terrifying lurch into the icy dark.
Now, the sun was a low, fiery orange on the horizon, painting the vast expanse of the ocean in bruised purples and golds.
She blinked, her vision blurring, then sharpening.
Her tongue felt like sandpaper, and the salt taste in her mouth was overwhelming.
Pushing herself onto her elbows, a groan escaped her lips as a wave of nausea washed over her.
Her head hammered, a relentless percussion behind her eyes. A quick, shaky hand went to her temple, finding a tender, swollen lump.
(She saw her sister sitting on a tree somewhere near by, Tinashe could feel it.)
Tinashe: ‘It is Not real’
Tinashe said to her self, as she stopped walking, turning her head to the right!
Getting another image but of the island this time?!
The beach stretched endlessly in both directions – pristine, untouched, save for a scattered trail of flotsam marking the high tide line.
There was no sign of the catamaran, no other passengers, just a few shattered planks of wood and an empty life vest tangled in some seaweed further down the shore.
She was alone.
Utterly, terrifyingly alone.
A cold dread began to seep into her bones, replacing the initial confusion of every where she step was photo to be had.
(Secretly true but none of that matter)
Her beauty, heavenly to all that could not ever be as bad as her!
Tinashe became a Imaging of herself in heels on, holding a speargun !
Now calling the island TISAA-Land
The whisper of the waves no longer sounded soothing…but silent as Tinashe modeled into the trees further!
Tinashe keep going into she found something?
Even If Nothing!
somewhere there had to be something!
In all this beauty…
In just a few steps, she was on the beach again?
But How?
Tinashe had went in a circle somehow !
giggling at herself, to make light of the short exploring
Silly her (she thought)
as she made her way to the more sandy parts of the beach
Part 2: Welcome To Sentinel Island
Tinashe stumbled from the dense undergrowth, her legs wobbly from hours of relentless jungle trekking. Sweat dripped from her brow, stinging her eyes as she blinked away the relentless tropical sun beating down upon her. The verdant canopy seemed to recede the farther she went, until finally, the emerald foliage gave way to a ribbon of golden sand.
With a sigh of relief, she collapsed onto the beach, her back pressed against a weathered boulder. The warm grains of sand seeped between her toes as she closed her eyes, relinquishing to the soothing lullaby of the waves. A soft, salty breeze caressed her skin, carrying the sweet scent of frangipani and hibiscus.
As she caught her breath and regained her strength, Tinashe became aware of a presence nearby. She opened her eyes to find a young man sitting on the rocks beside her, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His tawny skin glistened in the sunlight, and his dark hair was tousled, as if he'd just emerged from the jungle himself.
Tinashe came across someone, wishing she had a weapon, just in case…She picked a stick up and got closer to the stranger sitting on the rocks!
B-Go: Hello?! he murmured, not turning to face her.
B-Go: You're new here, aren't you?
Tinashe nodded, standing up and brushing the dirt from her arms.
Tinashe: Lost, actually. I was exploring and got turned around.
Tinashe: Do you live here?
The young man finally glanced at her, his eyes an impossibly deep shade of indigo. There was something both captivating and unnerving about their intensity.
B-Go: I'm the only inhabitant of Sentinel Island," he said quietly.
B-Go: And you, my dear, are never leaving.
Tinashe's brow furrowed in confusion.
Tinashe: What do you mean?
Tinashe: Listen… I just need to find my way back to civilization—!
He chuckled, low and melancholic.
B-Go: You misunderstand…
B-Go: This island has a way of trapping souls, keeping them here forever. It's been doing so for centuries.
Tinashe's heart raced as a chill crept down her spine.
Tinashe: That's impossible!
Tinashe: I'll just keep trying to get off, and—
B-Go: You will try! B-Go agreed, but the island's magic is far too powerful.
B-Go: It will lure you back, each time more irresistible than the last, until you resign yourself to your fate.
Tinashe's mind reeled, grappling with the notion of being forever stranded on this remote, mystical place. Yet, as she gazed out at the endless expanse of turquoise sea, a strange sense of peace began to settle within her.
Perhaps, she thought, there was beauty in surrendering to the island's enchantment, in embracing the solitude and mystery that surrounded her.
With a deep breath, Tinashe turned back to the stranger, a smile playing on her lips.
Tinashe: Then I suppose I have nowhere else to be, she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He regarded her with a hint of approval, a small, enigmatic smile transforming his features.
B-Go: Welcome Home, Tinashe," he whispered, as the tropical sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the golden sands of Sentinel Island.
Tinashe: Excuse me, where did you come from?
B-Go: I live here, where did YOU come from?
Tinashe was taken back by not his tone, but the question that made her feel unwelcome!
B-Go: It don’t matter, You need to know a few things before i go?
Tinashe: Go? Go Where?
B-Go: Before i answer anything else, I need you to think back on what you remembered, before the island that from you!
Tinashe nervously closed her eyes to gather as much as she could!
Everything took her back to the shore!
Tinashe noticed earlier all boats looked close but was far in a way for the island to laugh at it shortening our sight with wind.
but like a vast, indifferent sigh.
Tinashe can feel the push and pull of the ocean, that only grow if she got closer!?
Collecting the energy of what the island was trying to tell her, made her mind go!
She quickly returned to land, looking like one of Amphitrite children out of water !
Walking slow in joy of the moment, the relaxing of the mind was the only way out.
The wind grow as her hair took in all the dry cool breeze…
Turning around to look behind herself!
She walked remembering the time it was just Tinashe and her brothers !
Her body ached in places she didn't know existed, all Tinashe wanted was to sit and let her body rest…
Tinashe: “soon”
(she said to her self over and over, While remember how bright the sun was when she first opened them, it was as if the sun had become close)
But She kept moving..;.
Outside of the island pulling her memories as if she was in quicksand !
Tinashe started over again, remembering all she could before opening her eyes and closing them…
A blinding sun assaulted her, making her turn away before seeing the ship.
Above, a canopy of impossibly green palm fronds swayed. Before her, the vast, indifferent expanse of the ocean. (While the quicksand took her deeper from her memories)
Her eyes darted wildly, scanning the horizon, then the tree line that loomed behind the beach, before all the tall dividers around the mystery island.
A choked sound, half-sobbing gasp, half-frustrated growl, tore from her throat. (The heavy pull in off the waves)
A dense, emerald wall of unfamiliar foliage rose steeply, hinting at an unforgiving interior.
There were no lights, no smoke, no distant hum of engines – just the raw, untamed presence of land and sea.
Panic, cold and sharp, clawed at her throat!
She needed water, The thought was a primal scream in her parched mind.
Clumsily, she pushed herself fully upright, her legs wobbling beneath her.
The world tilted precariously, and she squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the vertigo to pass.
When she opened them again, the setting sun had dipped lower, casting long, distorted shadows that danced like spectres across the sand.
P.J.: Forgot me not my Nashe!
