They are a peaceful people who prefer to live in the forest, which is why there are very few signs of their presence on the beach. They fear men and anyone who can dock. The beach is a buffer zone that ensures their safety.

    This civilization was born from ancient Nordic peoples who washed up on the island. Over time they had to adapt to the island and trade in their old culture. The intruders trapped on the island subsequently were forced to follow this culture which developed in parallel with our civilization or were killed. They were puny and ate only fruits and plants.
 

   The artifact was found where they built the tower. It was built to worship the object and they believed the spirit of the forest inhabited it. Rites then developed around these beliefs. The tower has become a temple and the artifact the heart of this civilization. This worship is primordial and passes from generation to generation through a scripture created for a single purpose: to transmit the faith.
   The artifact actually has power (resize). There is a High Priest tasked with worshiping the artifact all night, which can never leave the tower. He is the religious guarantor of the people and oversees the functioning of the ceremonies. The people nourish him with gifts. There is a monthly rite during which the priest guides a pilgrimage and the people bring the lotus of the lake as an offering to the artifact. The lotus helps to calm the mind. By consuming it, we momentarily become  immune to the power of the artifact that can no longer resize us. We call it the Blessing. Suspending the offerings would plunge the mind into black fury. Anyone who lives on the island can consume the lotus, but intruders, in order to live with them, must pass a test to find out whether the spirit rejects it or not. If it is rejected, it is fed to the forest.  Otherwise, during the day, the artifact is entrusted to the tribal chief in charge of using this power to collect food. At night he returns it to the priest who resumes his nocturnal work.
   During the day, therefore, the artifact is entrusted to the tribal chief who will use it to defend himself or improve the harvest. Some structures cannot be enlarged if lotus was used during its construction (especially for the stelae scattered around the island).
   All this knowledge is gathered in a kind of library: the Great Memory, very useful for finding a way to leave the island. There is a small storage room with objects shrunk to optimize space or secret room behind giant statues. Many other ingenious systems have been put in place: A fruit distribution system (pachinko) forcing whoever desires this fruit to possess the power of the talisman, an ingenious placement of bark and trunks to break a thorny nut shell , using gravity as a force or even mechanisms to open certain doors.

   Worried about the growing number of intruders, the people feared that they would end up exterminated. The tribal chief and the priest one day decide to forbid all blessings and to make the consumption of lotus forbidden. Decades of years passed and immunity from power gradually waned. It is then that the Ultimate Pilgrimage intervenes, opening the way to Paradise from which only the priest was exempt. So the high priest used the power of the artifact over all the people to shrink them except himself. He took them to a place built by the tribal chief for years to prepare for this migration, a kind of miniature world, an ark where he could live peacefully and away from the outside world: Paradise. The priest stayed behind to pay the last respects and tidy up what was left. Then spent the rest of his days praying, alone in the tower. Today, the priest being dead and no writing on this Paradise being accessible, impossible to find this hypothetical world where this people would hide. But they are there, somewhere, living in complete autarky.