A path so straight, even the grass gave up trying to rebel.

The path stretched ahead of me like an invitation I couldn’t refuse. It was as if someone had drawn a line between the earth and the sky and dared me to walk it. The grass on either side whispered secrets in the breeze, their green depths alive with quiet motion. The ocean framed everything—a vast, unbroken blue that seemed to hum with its own melody. I paused for a moment, not because I was tired but because the stillness demanded it. There’s something about walking a path that has no clear end; it feels both liberating and unsettling at once. Somewhere in the distance, waves broke against unseen rocks, their cadence steady and unyielding.