Without landing, North Seymour Island shocked us with the breath of primitive flood. On the reefs along the coast, there are flocks of blue-footed ostriches, and in the blue sky, there are beautiful warship birds flying. After landing on the island, no artificial traces were seen except for a narrow human trail. The brown-yellow land is white, the blood-red hippocampus plants cover it, and the colorful warship birds fly from time to time from above their heads, as if interstellar travels to a lonely planet.