There’s something about sitting by the ocean that feels like coming home. The rhythmic crashing of the waves, the endless horizon stretching beyond sight, it all pulls me into a quiet reverie. How many stories has the ocean whispered to the shore, only to be carried away again? How many secrets lie hidden beneath the surface, waiting for time to unveil them?

I may never know, but as I sit here, gazing at the vast expanse of water, I am reminded of the simple, unshaken beauty of the world. And for a moment, everything feels timeless.