The cliffs seem to be enjoying their eternal spa treatment.

The trail twisted upward this time, revealing a perspective that felt both humbling and exhilarating. Below me, the cliffs plunged sharply into the restless sea, their edges softened by tufts of green that seemed to defy both gravity and logic. The waves roared as if in protest against the rocks that dared to stand in their way. A lone figure stood at the farthest point of the headland—a silhouette against the vast blue expanse. I wondered what they saw from there. Perhaps nothing more than what I did: an ocean that stretched endlessly, as if it held all the answers we never thought to ask. The wind was relentless here, tugging at my thoughts as much as my jacket. It felt like standing on the edge of something infinite.