Long after their roots left the soil, these driftwood limbs continue to live — reshaped by water, smoothed by time. Their forms curl and bend into a perfect frame, as if nature herself wanted to remember this view. Beyond them, a solitary sailboat floats peacefully, echoing the driftwood’s own journey — once grounded, now free. The water shimmers between shades of teal and sapphire, and the hills beyond hold the secrets of the island’s timeless rhythm. Here, everything feels connected — the tree, the tide, and the traveller — bound together in the art of stillness.