The trees seem to be saying, 'We’re here for the view too.'

The water stretched between us and the city like a polished mirror, catching fragments of light from the towering glass buildings. A yacht drifted gently across the harbor, its sails taut against the breeze. The park behind me hummed softly with life—people strolling under the shade of palm trees or leaning on railings as if trying to absorb every inch of this view. A couple posed near an old stone archway that seemed out of place yet perfectly at home. The city itself stood tall and unapologetic, its sharp lines softened by the fading sunlight. It felt as though every window in those skyscrapers held a story waiting to be told.