It was another magical morning on the island, just like every other day.
The rising sun bathed the beach in its soft, warm light, casting long shadows and creating a beautiful, serene ambience.
The air was crisp and cool, carrying the fresh scent of the salty ocean.
The wave was low, with a crested edge that barely breaks into foam. Its soft, rhythmic pulse as the water casually lapped against the sand, created a soothing sound like a friendly caress.
Amelia stood by the edge of the ocean shore, draped in a long white sleeveless nightwear.
Her eyes were closed, with a hypnotic smile framing her face.
Her arms were slightly spread out as she bathed in the warm glow of the rising sun and the cold sensation of the salty water beneath her bare feet.
The gentle ocean breeze – a soft, warm caress – ruffled her long, cascading golden brown locks, teasing across her face and creating a dynamic frame around her tranquil expression.
