At the very edge of the visible world, where sky and sea whisper into infinity, a lone seabird stands guard. It watches—not out of fear, but out of knowing.
This quiet composition draws us inward, down the path of weathered wooden posts that echo the passage of time and choice. The soft hues of sand and sky blend in a sacred gradient, reminding us that transitions need not be sharp to be real.
The sentinel becomes a spiritual metaphor—for intuition, for presence, for the sacred pause before movement. This is not a moment to rush through, but to breathe in. The vastness invites reflection, solitude, and subtle clarity.