'When your GPS says turn left into the ocean.'

The SUV moved slowly across the beach, its tires leaving faint imprints in the soft sand that would soon be erased by the tide. The modern building perched atop the cliffs caught my eye—a sharp contrast to the rawness of the landscape. It seemed to watch over this quiet stretch of coastline like an uninvited guest. The waves rolled in with casual indifference, their rhythm unbroken by human presence. I walked closer to the water’s edge, where the sand was firmer and cool beneath my feet. The sea shimmered under the afternoon sun, its surface alive with fleeting patterns of light and shadow. A lone gull circled overhead before vanishing toward the cliffs.