The rocks seem to be having a meeting about erosion.

Walking further along the coastline, I found myself surrounded by a labyrinth of jagged rocks that seemed to stretch endlessly toward the horizon. Among them stood a small ruined structure—a forgotten sentinel overlooking the sea. Its weathered stones bore the scars of time and tide, yet it remained steadfast as though defying its inevitable fate. The air carried a faint tang of salt, mingling with the earthy scent of damp rock. Beyond this scene, a verdant mountain rose gracefully against the cloudy sky, its slopes softened by layers of mist. I paused to take it all in—the stillness was almost deafening but not unwelcome. It felt as though even the ocean held its breath here.