"Waves crashed rhythmically against the jagged rocks, their foamy edges spilling over before retreating back into the sea.
The sand beneath me felt soft and almost silky, still holding the delightful warmth from yesterday’s sun.
Above us, the horizon began to glow with hues of pale gold and rose, the kind of gentle light that appears just before the sun sharpens into its blinding midday glare.
It was the perfect moment: quiet, suspended, and fleeting.", Memories of Iuliia Austin.


