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╰┈➤ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 was a glistening ball of hope, gracefully sinking into the horizon, as I sat on the sandy shore with my canvas. I stared at the panel again for a few moments, flickering my eyes to the crashing waves and back. I was trying to get the right color—to capture to pretty tones of the changing sky.

The day had been a cascade of emotions—especially after Dan Heng left with Serval. But now, at sunset, the ocean's tranquil embrace called to me like a soothing melody.

The waves whispered sweetly as they kissed the shore, a gentle symphony that resonated deep in my soul. I dipped my brush into the mixture of colors on my palette, capturing the warm shades I just mixed of the setting sun—soft pinks, oranges, and yellows.

Each stroke was an extension of my heart, pouring my emotions onto the canvas, letting the ocean know how deeply it affected me.I felt a sense of ease at how well everything was coming together.

Seagulls soared gracefully across the sky, silhouetted against the kaleidoscope of hues, and I couldn't help but smile at their playful dance. They seemed to revel in the enchanting hour, just as I did. Their cries intertwined with the ocean's whispers, creating a harmonious duet that lifted my spirits higher with every brushstroke.

As the sun dipped further, the colors in the sky intensified—a brilliant palette of amber and crimson, casting long reflections on the gently rolling waves. I blended the colors on my canvas, trying to capture the essence of the ocean's soul, for it was not just a painting but an ode to this moment, this connection between my soul and the sea.

Blade's advice had really resonated with me, and although the encounter was weird, I found myself thanking him again. If not for him I don't think I'd have been able to even get where I was. With half of my canvas already painted, I felt a sense of connection with the vastness before me, as if the ocean itself was guiding my brush. It was just as he said—I was painting what I liked.

I glanced at the footprints left behind in the sand—a reminder of my journey through this place and to this very spot. The sand beneath me felt warm and grounding, a comforting presence that anchored me to this present time. It almost gave me a sense of belonging—even though I knew well that I didn't.