The ocean looks like it’s trying to outshine the mountains in a beauty contest.

The cliffside stretched out before me like a canvas painted by hands far older than time itself. The wind carried whispers of the sea's endless song as it met the rugged cliffs below. I stood there watching shadows lengthen across the water, as if the day itself was reluctant to let go. The mountains in the distance seemed to float on the horizon, their outlines softened by the amber glow of sunset. A lone gull drifted lazily overhead, its silhouette momentarily etched against the fading light. This was a place where silence spoke louder than words, and even the waves seemed to pause in reverence for the beauty around them.