Kuto’s life no. 401

Kuto awoke to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. He sat up, rubbing his eyes with one hand and pushing his red beanie hat back with the other. The sun was just peeking over the horizon, painting the sky in a beautiful array of oranges and pinks. Kuto scrambled to his feet and ran to the edge of the cliff, overlooking the ocean. It was so vast and endless, filled with so much wonder.

He couldn't help but feel small in comparison to its grandeur. Suddenly, something caught his eye; a small speck on the horizon that he could barely make out. His heart quickened as he realized what it was- a ship! He hadn't seen another living soul in months, not since he'd been stranded on this godforsaken island.

He waved frantically at the ship, hoping against hope that they would see him and rescue him from this place. But alas, it seemed like his prayers went unanswered yet again asthe ship sailed right past without so much as a second glance in his direction. Disheartened, Kuto made his way back to his makeshift shelter- a few old driftwood logs propped up against each other- and curled up into a ball, trying to block out all thoughts of ever being found or rescued…
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