Not far from wave and shells, away from the bikini clad visitors there is always a place of rocks too large for a human to move stack in mountains build high to unseen gods where blood stains won't go away from
So far we are from modern light that the stars light up the world. Every speck of astral dust twinkles ghosts of the past blinking at their home.
Ancient cities long abandoned for modern convenience stand like centennials waiting for people to remember. To visit. To ask the question of once was and what will be.