The water was calm, carrying the weight of silence across its surface. Out of the horizon rose the shape of a face, resting as if the ocean had chosen to cradle it. The ripples moved gently around its outline, breaking the stillness but never disturbing the quiet. High above, a red sun lingered. It burned without warmth, a watcher in the vast blue sky, its glow both comforting and strange. Time didn’t move here...It stretched, soft and endless, holding the scene in suspension. The figure did not rise or sink. It floated, balanced between sky and sea, between waking and dreaming. And in that stillness, the world seemed to whisper: sometimes it is enough simply to exist, to drift, and to let the light pass over you.