The water's so clear it feels like the sky forgot to finish painting it.

From this height, Shoal Bay unfolded like an artist’s canvas—each stroke deliberate yet effortless. The beach curved gently along the water’s edge, a ribbon of sand that seemed to hold the bay in place. Below me, the vegetation was alive with whispers of wind and life, while the water sparkled faintly under the muted light. I traced the patches of darker blue where seagrass or coral might be hiding, their presence adding depth to an already intricate scene. Farther out, the hills and islands stood like sentinels guarding this quiet expanse. It felt as though the bay had been waiting for centuries just to be seen like this.