An emerald sea with no wave in sight, merging with the dull grey sky on the horizon.
The wind was gentle, imitating the warmth of a mother's embrace.
The scent of untainted greens, the smell of the air after a night of heavy rain, they were encompassing.
Within the expanse of the sky and sea, there was only one sound that could be heard -- It was someone's calm heartbeat.
She looked down on her feet, seeing ripples appear every time she took a breath. The reflection of the sky on the sea was pristine. It was as if she didn't exist in that space.
It was as if she wasn't welcome.
But the lady didn't allow that to deter her sangfroid.
Ilya turned around and let her eyes devour the view.
As simple as it was, Ilya had never seen anything more beautiful. There was nothing to obstruct the scenery -- not even a mountain, a tree, or a pebble.
