When the First Light Falls upon the Sea

Before dawn, the sea at Aranya lies still like a mirror, the breeze carrying a hint of salt and morning mist. The sky over Beidaihe slowly blushes with light, and a golden beam rises from the horizon — awakening the world in gentle silence. Waves whisper against the shore, as if playing a hymn for the newborn sun. Light spreads across the sand, tracing footsteps and hearts alike. In that moment, all weariness dissolves into brightness, leaving only peace and quiet hope.