Álvaro Lamas's picture

The Last Light

The sea stretched out before me, a vast expanse of shifting blues and greens, each wave cresting with foam and spray. The cliffs beside me were a study in contrasts, rugged and craggy in some places, while smooth and worn in others. The colors and textures of the rocks seemed to shift with each passing moment, as the light danced across their surfaces. It was as if the landscape was alive, in a constant state of flux, shaped by the forces of wind and water over countless ages.

I was there and I noticed something new, a fresh perspective that drew me in. A single massive stone, weathered and rough, stood at the forefront of my vision, commanding my attention. It seemed to be pointing me towards the sun, a dying ball of fire that hung low in the sky, casting its golden glow across the water.

The stone acted as a pointing arrow, leading my gaze through two towering monoliths and out towards the ocean that reminded me of the Argonath from The Lord of the Rings.

Then, the sun slowly dipped below the horizon, casting a final burst of light across the waves.

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