A lone figure stands at the edge of a desolate seascape, the air thick with the scent of salt and time. The barren shoreline stretches endlessly, littered with strange rocks—smooth, unnatural formations that seem misplaced, as if abandoned by a foreign hand.The cyan tint of the sky fades into sepia as the sun sinks, casting long shadows over the empty, rocky terrain. Among the scattered debris, rusted foreign objects lie half-buried in the damp sand—twisted metal, cracked glass, remnants of something lost.The sea whispers with an emotionless voice, lapping against the shore as if trying to reclaim what was never meant to be here. The air is heavy with something unspoken, something alien. This place, forgotten by time, feels like a relic of another world—one that should not exist.