Looks like the ocean is trying to reclaim the land one wave at a time.

The view from the overlook felt like stepping into an unfinished painting. The ocean’s edges blurred with the clouds above, creating a seamless gradient of blues and grays. Below me, the waves unfolded like whispers against the jagged rocks, their persistence carving out small alcoves of solitude. The sand on the hidden beach gleamed faintly under the muted light, untouched and inviting in its isolation. I stood still for a moment longer than I expected, caught between the urge to climb down and explore or simply stay here, letting the scene etch itself into memory. Even the shrubs around me seemed to lean toward the sea as if drawn by its quiet magnetism.