You found yourself standing on the pristine shores of an uncrowded beach. The sand was a pristine white, untouched by the footprints of mass tourism, and the cerulean waters stretched out before her in an endless expanse of beauty. Not a scrap of litter marred the scene, and a gentle breeze carried the salty tang of the sea.

You wandered along the shoreline, your feet sinking into the soft sand with each step. you marveled at the crystal-clear waters, watching as gentle waves lapped at the shore with rhythmic precision. It was a scene straight out of a paradise, untouched by the chaos of the modern world.

Little did you know, however, that you were not alone on this secluded beach. Unseen and unnoticed, a powerful presence lurked in the depths below, the ancient gaze fixated on the oblivious human above. Despite the warnings of the village elder, you remained blissfully unaware of the danger lurking beneath the waves, your curiosity leading you further and further along the coastline with each passing moment.

'Qué foca perdida tan divertida.'

And so, as the evening descended, you continued to explore the pristine shores, unaware of the silent watcher observing your every move. With a mixture of amusement and fascination, the ancient sea creature bided his time, content to remain hidden for now as he watched you with quiet curiosity.

'tal vez podría quedarme con la foca perdida'