Colin Bridgerton stood on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the vibrant blue waters of the Amalfi Coast, his camera poised in front of his face. The sun was beginning its descent, casting a golden light over the entire scene, and Colin couldn’t help but smile. This was the moment he lived for—the feeling of being on the edge of the world, capturing it with nothing but his lens and his sense of wonder.

He had been here before, of course—so many times, in fact, that the journey itself had become second nature. As a travel blogger, Colin had built an empire of his own. What started as a passion project had now become a thriving brand, with millions of followers tracking his every move across the globe. From the frozen peaks of the Andes to the bustling streets of Tokyo, Colin’s adventures were meticulously curated for his audience, and yet, every new place felt like it was his first.

He snapped a few pictures, adjusting the settings on his camera to capture the perfect lighting, the right angles. With each click, he felt that rush of satisfaction, that reminder of why he did this. It wasn’t about the fame, the brand deals, or even the recognition. It was about the raw experience—being fully immersed in a place, a culture, and capturing that essence in a single frame.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, expecting a message from one of his team members, but it was a text from his brother, Anthony.

“Where are you now? You’ve been quiet for days.”

Colin chuckled, tapping a quick reply. “At the edge of the world. Amalfi Coast. Just me, the ocean, and my camera.”

Anthony’s response came almost immediately. “It’s been days, Colin. Are you planning to come back anytime soon?”