Image taken from pintrest, which was further taken from Nesting Place.
You enter the guest center, bombarded by the smell of paper and tropical wood. Immediately in front of you is the main desk with an attendant behind it. She looks up at you and then gives you a wave. The soft hum of the fish tanks to your left soothes your ear and it breaks a smile on your face.
You step forward and notice a giant book filled with tan, stained paper lying on the front desk. The attendant nods towards you with her snout, insinuating it was okay for you to pan through it.
Welcome to the Cloud's Island Guest Log. This is where the adventures of various residents will be recorded under their own will and efforts.
Please be courteous when reading. These are their life stories, afterall.
