Lin Xingjie propped herself on the breakwater with one hand and pulled the hem of her skirt with the other, swiftly vaulting over it before heading towards the coastline along the soft sand.
The golden sand filled the entire area, becoming slightly hot under the prolonged sunshine, to the point where even the soles of her sandals felt like they were being scorched.
Pockmarked with pits and hollows, one could occasionally find dry shells, dead twigs and leaves, or pebbles scattered around.
She imagined how, after thousands of years of erosion by seawater and battering by wind and rain, the rocks exposed on the surface and the shells washed ashore had gradually transformed into countless grains of sand. The earth had been peeled away layer by layer, only to be covered again by windblown sand...
