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The farewell.
The rocks were draped in vibrant seaweed, which had wrapped itself around them like nature’s own decoration. As the setting sun dipped below the horizon, its golden light hit the seaweed, making it shimmer and glow as if it were saying a warm goodbye to the fading day. It felt almost alive, as if knowing it would greet the sun again tomorrow. The hues of the sunset—fiery oranges, soft pinks, and deep purples—painted the sky, while the gentle, rolling waves added a misty veil over the scene. The drama and beauty of that moment transported me to another world, one where time seemed to slow down, and the harmony of nature was the only thing that mattered.
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