The moon hung low over the tranquil sea, its silver light casting an ethereal glow across the endless ripples of water. The shoreline shimmered faintly, the sand glinting with soft, iridescent hues as the gentle waves kissed the edge of the beach. Dark rocks jutted out of the water in the distance, standing still like sentinels guarding the quiet expanse. The air was cool and carried the faint scent of salt, broken only by the soft rhythm of the tide. It was the kind of night where the world seemed to hold its breath—waiting for something, or someone, to break the stillness.