Nature's attempt at modern interior design.

The tessellated pavement stretched out before me like a forgotten chessboard carved by ancient tides. Each stone slab bore the marks of time, its edges softened yet precise, as if nature had taken up geometry as an idle pastime. The green moss clung stubbornly to the cracks, a quiet rebellion against the forces that had shaped this place. The waves rolled in gently, their rhythm as steady as a heartbeat, kissing the edges of this natural masterpiece. In the distance, rocky islands stood like sentinels guarding this strange and beautiful shore. I stood there wondering if perhaps the earth itself dreams in patterns.