Twilight drifts like a soft veil over the sea. Distant buildings glow yellow, softening dusk between sea and sky.​ Half-buried in sand, a small boat rests like a weary traveler, lulled by tides. A beachcomber bends low, fingertips brushing damp sand for the sea’s gifts. Dusk stretches his silhouette; his light movements spare the stillness. Wind carries sea salt and evening cool. No bustle—just the beachcomber’s focus, the boat’s quiet, and sea and twilight holding time gently.