A few years after the Great Fog, the swings were tied to the trees that had survived the rain and storms, and the children who were born into the new world, played along the houses and trees and the sound of their laughter and joy filled the village. The new residents used the clove boat for fishing but they never dared to get far from their land. Until one day, a boat with four passengers arrived at their shores. The children had stood on the beach stones waving to the newcomers and the remaining five adults of the island had rushed to see the Atlan fishers who had found them. The island had no docks at the time and they had to tie their boat to the stones, to secure it. They had set foot on the land amazed by what they were viewing, a small lush island with tall trees that surrounded the few houses, seemed like a forgotten scene of the pre-rain times. They had developed large roofed gardens where the chicken and geese would roam about and the well gave them access to pure drinking water. The young girls brought up water from the wells, children fed the birds and the young boys played an instrument that the fishers had never heard before, not even before the Great Fog. They were living an ideal natural life in the village, so close the dreamlike life of the pre-rain times.

Villagers had welcomed the fishers and gave them food and shelter. The fishers told fantastic and sometimes contradictory stories about the long years of drought, rain, the Great Fog and the new life that was shaping on the Atlan Island. In return, they would enjoy the fresh chicken meat, mushrooms and potatoes from the island farms. They had named the place ‘Paradise’ and would not leave it. The villagers never forced them to leave since they could fish for them and marry their young girls. A few years later, another fishing boat had arrived. They also never left the Paradise Island. The third group came the following year, this time they were not fishers; they were a search party looking for the previous boats that had never returned. They were happy to see their fishers safe and sound and since two boats had disappeared in the way to the Paradise Island, the route was considered as mysteriously dangerous and no one would pass that way. Although they knew their families and friends in Atlan would be worried if they didn’t return, they couldn’t bring themselves to leave the Paradise. What did it matter if they were thought of as being dead or alive? The Paradise Island was where life had its real meaning. What more could they want?