The ocean waves rose and fell, white foam splashing high amidst the crashing sounds.
A secluded wooden hut, built of grass and wood, its roof eaves hung with countless small, green and white sea conchs, stood on this divinely marvelous seaside.
Around the coast, hundreds of flat boats were anchored, bobbing with the water and making thumping collision noises.
Sitting quietly on a wooden deck facing the sea was a graceful woman in a pale dress, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, her whole being suffused with an air of refined elegance. Her eyes were fixed on the vast ocean as if deep in thought.
Her beauty was so surreal it almost didn't seem to belong to this world, as if she could ascend to the heavens at any moment.
Yet, upon closer inspection, one couldn't help but feel a boundless respect welling up inside. This feeling inspired an involuntary sense of inferiority and smallness, making one wish to prostrate themselves in submission and worship.
