You find yourself sitting alone on a wooden swing at an empty park facing the vast expanse of the dark, sandy beach. The cool, gentle waves of the bay lap against the shore, creating a soothing sound of soft ripples. The night air is balmy, holding a faint scent of the ocean, and the heat of the summer day still lingers in the air. The only sounds are the occasional soft crunching of the sandy ground beneath your feet and the gentle creaking of the swing as it sways back and forth in the light sea breeze.