'Nature’s version of a window with a view!'

The arch’s silhouette was a perfect frame for the restless sea beyond. From where I stood, the world seemed divided—dark rugged rock above and below, and in between, the bright tumult of waves breaking against stone. The air was cool and damp, carrying a faint echo of distant waves. Above me, stalactites reached downward like frozen drops of time. The ground was slippery with moss and sea spray, each step a reminder to tread carefully in nature’s gallery. Beyond the arch, the horizon stretched endlessly, its vastness humbling yet oddly comforting.