A story about beauty
It was mystical here. A place fit for heroes, for Odysseus.
The cliffs were like a mirage. Shimmery and staggering. As if maybe they weren’t actually there. It was the way the light hit everything. Like the world was video footage that had been permanently edited to catch the light in all the right ways. The kind of pure sunlight you only get on perfect summer days. And the water was just so incredibly blue. The bluest water I’d ever seen. Sparkling, see-the-bottom-because-it’s-so-clear blue.