the sun dips low, melting into the horizon, casting a golden spell over the ocean’s surface. each wave catches the light, turning into liquid fire, reflecting the day’s last warmth. the shoreline becomes a canvas of shimmering textures, every grain of sand a tiny spark in this vast twilight. the sky stretches out, painted with whispers of clouds, as if carrying secrets from faraway lands. a moment frozen in time, where the light dances one last time before the night claims its place, and the sea holds onto the glow a little longer.
