Here, the cliffs do not crumble; they endure. The waves do not falter; they return. Time is not measured in minutes but in the shifting of light, in the bending of grass, in the spaces between each footstep.
The two travelers walk with no reel destination, only the desire to be part of the world that stretches before them. Their journey is written in footprints, fleeting as the wind, yet as real as the earth beneath them. This place is not waiting for them; it simply is. And for now, that is enough.