There are moments in time when the sea does not simply call, It claims.
Standing on the edge of fate, he holds his steed with a quiet resolve, the salt of the waves mingling with the scent of wild roses in the air. The wind whispers of ancient myths, of gods who toy with mortal hearts and destinies entwined with the tides. Is he a lost soul waiting for the ocean to return what it once stole? Or is he surrendering, allowing the sea to take him as it has so many before?
His gaze, unwavering yet filled with longing, tells a story only the waves understand. A farewell. A beginning. A surrender.