Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)A man travels in the forests of South America. He walks for miles on end lost inside of a jungle. Through the trees he hears waves crashing....the smell of the ocean...it was a beach. The man runs to the beach quickly with a rush of energy. Not only was it a beach, it seemed different than most the people were all nude.
A young man of nineteen in a white t-shirt and blue jeans walks along through the forest and sighs lugging a large backpack. The young man was named Rail Ravel and he stood at 5'11, with black hair and black eyes. A second passes and he saw the golden sands, he smelled the crisp air. It was a beach! He jumped over the fallen trees and jumped onto the sands, his feet digging into the sand. He drops his stuff behind a nearby log.
A young man of nineteen in a white t-shirt and blue jeans walks along through the forest and sighs lugging a large backpack. The young man was named Rail Ravel and he stood at 5'11, with black hair and black eyes. A second passes and he saw the golden sands, he smelled the crisp air. It was a beach! He jumped over the fallen trees and jumped onto the sands, his feet digging into the sand. He drops his stuff behind a nearby log.