Looks like the ocean's version of a red carpet.

The path led me to the edge of the island where the breakwater stretched out like a deliberate line drawn across the sea. The water shimmered in shades of deep blue, its surface broken only by the occasional ripple. The air was crisp with salt, and the faint sound of waves colliding against the rocks filled the silence. I stood there for a moment, watching how the man-made structure seemed both intrusive and harmonious with its surroundings. The grassy hillside behind me swayed gently in the breeze, adding a soft contrast to the rugged stones below. It felt like standing at the meeting point of intention and chaos—a reminder that even amidst our efforts to control nature, it holds its own quiet dominance.