The midday sun blazed down with fierce intensity, casting a brilliant glow across the landscape.

The sky, washed clean by the light, stretched endlessly, perfect expanse of clear blue.

A soft breeze drifted in from the sea, carrying the salty scent of the ocean and the steady rhythm of waves crashing against the shore.

The island, ancient and untouched, seemed to stretch on forever, its landscape shaped by countless years, each one blending seamlessly into the next.

Everything was tranquil, simple, and unpretentious, free from self-importance or reflections on life and death.

There were no illusions here, no unrealistic hopes or dreams.

All that had been, all that was, and all that was yet to come, were nothing more than the fleeting blooms of flowers, the opening and closing of chapters in a book. Nothing mattered-there was no ambition, no selfishness, and certainly no room for futile longing.

The world was in a state of calm, untouched by the chaos of life.@@novelbin@@

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