The beach was her sanctuary, where the constant ebb and flow of the waves mirrored her own heartbeats, calming and steady. The salty air carried memories of summers past, of laughter and sun-kissed skin, and of moments when the world felt right. She would let her feet sink into the soft sand, the coolness of the ocean lapping at her toes, feeling the weight of the world lift with each wave that crashed.
It wasn’t just the ocean’s beauty that called to her. It was the freedom it represented. The way the ocean could stretch forever, with no limits, no boundaries, just an endless horizon. It made her feel small, but in the most peaceful way. She could be anyone here, or no one at all. She was just another soul who loved the waves.
