The sandy cliffs stretch endlessly along the shoreline, Where ancient ruins stand as silent witnesses to time. A figure, facing away, stands upon the shore, Eyes fixed on the horizon, longing evermore. In the whispers of the waves and the ocean's sigh, Lies the essence of waiting and a silent cry. Perhaps that figure, with hope in their gaze, Awaits a reunion beyond the bounds of days. The shimmer of hope, like a beacon in the night, Illuminates the space between darkness and light.