Beneath the soft hues of dawn, the first light gently kissed the shores of Pelican Town. The rhythmic cadence of waves reached a symphony as Elliot stood on the beach, his silhouette framed against the horizon.

In his hands, a weathered sketchbook captured the essence of the moment, as he feverishly sketched the dance of the waves, each stroke revealing a work of art.

“A great idea can pass through your head when you least expect it... but if your mind is too busy you might miss it.,”