Beneath a cascade of iridescent stars, the waves whispered tales of yore to the sands of the beach. A tapestry of darkness stretched across the horizon, adorned with astral jewels that danced in rhythm to the nocturnal symphony. The air, thick with the scents of salt and freedom, was an elixir rejuvenating weary souls.

Nearby, a lonely lighthouse stood sentinel. Its cyclopean eye piercing the shadows, guiding lost mariners away from the jagged teeth of unseen reefs. In my meandering, my foot stumbled upon something buried. Kneeling, I brushed my fingers against the cold relic of an ancient chest, encrusted with sea-worn barnacles.