All Chapters of The Island of the Silence: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

‘No’ Mara grabbed Jonas’ arms, his shoulders, his face. But wherever she touched him, his skin became transparent as water under Moonlight. The bridge broke further apart. Bretts crashed into the calm sea. No more black waves. No votes. Just the crack of old wood. Jonas looked at Mara like he couldn't believe what happened. “I thought...” He didn't finish the sentence. Mara shook his head desperately. ‘No. No, you were free. Anna said—’ “Anna didn’t know.” His voice already sounded far away. Like an echo. Mara suddenly remembered Eva's words: Everything connected to the loop disappears. She was hoping Jonas would be different. That he would have escaped. But maybe he was just the part that made it the farthest. Tears ran over his face. Or rain. It was impossible to distinguish. “I tried to stay outside.” Mara kept him even stronger. “Then stay.” Jonas smiled sadly. “You now know it doesn’t work like that.” The ridge sacked dangerously. On the shore Lena

The rain fell in fine veils over Bremen. Mara stood at the kitchen window and watched the Weser. Three years. Three years without voices from the sea. Three years without nightmares. Three years in which she had spoken that some stories really end. Behind her, the coffee machine hummed. Jonas was quiet. “I swear this thing hates me personally.” Mara had to smile. “You say that every morning.” “Because it’s true every morning.” He put two cups on the table and sat down. Normal. Still this word felt precious. Jonas didn't remember the island. Not really. Sometimes he had strange dreams. Sometimes he said things that brought Mara together. But the memories of the sea were gone. At least she believed that. To this day. Because there was a newspaper on the kitchen table. The front page showed a man's image. About forty years old. Dark coat. Empty look. Including the headline: Founded in Hamburg – does not know his name Mara wouldn't have looked any further. I

Nobody moved. The only sound was the rain against the window panes. And the slow drop of water in front of the apartment door. Drop. Drop. Drop. The voice outside silently hummed a melody. Old. Sad. Mara knew her. Not conscious. But something in her remembered. As if she had heard this song long before the island in her life had returned. Eva stepped backwards slowly. ‘It must not come here.’ Jonas wrinkled the forehead. “Why?” “Because she doesn’t need doors.” Silence. Jonas looked at her. “That doesn’t make any sense at all.” “Don’t be honest.” The voice before the door laughed again. “Thank you, Eva.” Then it got quiet. Too quiet. Mara immediately felt something was wrong. The steps were gone. The drop too. Carefully, she stepped closer to the door. “Mara!” Eva wanted to hold her back. But Mara already looked through the spy. No one. The hall was empty. Only wet footprints led to the door. And stopped there. Like the person just disappeared. M

Nobody said anything. The screen remained black. The connection to Nora was gone. But her last words continued to echo through the room. Noah opened the door. Mara stood at the window and stared at the Weser. The water seemed normal. But since the island she knew that “normal” sometimes only a very thin layer about something deeper. Jonas joined her. “Who was Noah?” Mara just closed his eyes. “Nora’s brother.” “The boy from then?” She nodded. Jonas knew the story by now. Not the loops. Not the lost years. But enough. Eva rose slowly. “We drive to the island.” No discussion. No alternative. Her voice made it clear that the decision had long since fallen.In the afternoon they left Bremen. The sky hung deep above the coast. Grey clouds. Wind. Salt in the air. The closer they came to the sea, the worse the reception became. Radio. Mobile phone. GPS. Everything started to fall out. Like that time. Mara immediately noticed. And Eva too. “It spreads the f

‘NOAH!’ Mara called his name, even though she knew he couldn't hear it. The black tower stood like a thorn in the sky. And up there, hundreds of meters above the island, stood Noah. Little. Lost. Alone. But something was wrong. Mara immediately noticed. Noah didn't move. Not even in the wind. His clothes didn't flutter. His hair didn't move. He was like a picture. Or a memory. Noah slowly lifted his hand. Then he showed down. Not on the island. Not Lyra. Right on Mara. And suddenly his voice sounded. Not through the air. In her head. Mara. Don't go to the tower. She died. Jonas also drove together. “Did you hear that?” Eva nodded right away. She also heard it. Lyra closed her eyes. ‘Noah’. She didn't sound superior for the first time. It's just tired. “You make it unnecessarily complicated.” Noah's shape remained silent. But his voice returned. She's not lying. Silence. Mara wrinkled the forehead. She didn't expect that. But she doesn't say the