The rocks look like they’re auditioning for a geology magazine cover.

The sand beneath my feet was coarse, almost gravelly, as if it had been shaped by centuries of restless tides. The rocks ahead seemed alive in their stillness, their hollowed forms resembling mouths frozen mid-sentence. I half-expected them to whisper secrets of the ocean to me. The sky above wore a soft gradient of peach and lavender, as if painted by an artist who couldn’t decide on just one color. A few stubborn shrubs clung to the stones, their roots defying logic and gravity alike. It felt like standing in a moment caught between timelessness and change—a place where nature’s patience is matched only by its quiet persistence.