A vast beach stretches into an endless void, enveloped in a tantalising atmosphere of calm and dynamism. Early spring whispers in the air, fresh and crisp after a heavy rain. The sun breaks hesitantly through raging clouds, rising dramatically on the horizon. Heavy shades of grey are intersected by rays of light, touching the landscape like divine fingers, shimmering the wet sand.
The sea retreats, obeying the rhythm of the ebb. Waves roll forcefully across the beach, their foam heads glistening in the sun's rays, as if the sea itself is breathing. The wet sand reveals a temporary mirror, a perfect reflection of heaven and earth, pristine and serene.
At the centre of this theatrical scene is a lone seagull, seen from the back. Her feathers shine silver-grey, a silent witness to the storm that has just passed. Her reflection is like a shadow in the sand, blurred and mobile as the wind gently caresses her contours. She seems both part of the landscape and an observer of a larger story, caught in a moment of stillness between chaos and beauty.
Created by Andrea de Grauw with support from AI.