A quiet moment at the edge of the world where sea meets sky, and time seems to hold its breath. The lone tower stands watch, weathered and still, surrounded by wind, waves, and history. You can almost feel the wind sweeping up from below, hear the distant cry of seabirds, and sense the long history woven into the stone. It’s not just a landscape... it’s a pause. A moment between tides. A reminder that beauty doesn’t always shout. Sometimes, it just waits.