Gravity's playground for daring climbers.

The cliff's edge loomed with an almost magnetic pull. It wasn’t just its height or the way it seemed to defy gravity, but how it stood there so unapologetically—raw and unyielding. The ocean below shimmered like liquid sapphire, its waves crashing against the base with a rhythm that felt older than memory. I noticed small tufts of green clinging to crevices in the rock face, as if life refused to surrender even in such precarious conditions. A light breeze carried the scent of salt and earth, and for a moment, everything else seemed to dissolve into insignificance. Someone nearby murmured about how terrifyingly beautiful it was; I couldn't have agreed more.