Midnight Beach Embers

The sun has long since dipped below the horizon, leaving only the embers of the

day. Here, on the edge of the world, the ocean whispers

secrets to the cooling sand. The fire is my only companion, a bright bloom

of gold against the velvet dark. I watch the smoke dance, curling into the

sky like a prayer lost in the wind. The stars above are silent witnesses,

frozen in their ancient, glowing patterns across the Milky Way. Time seems to

hold its breath here, caught in the steady flicker of the burning logs.

There is a profound peace in this stillness, a silence that speaks louder than