Before dawn, I stood within a sea cave now lost to time, waves crashing around me like echoes of past trials. Each surge against the rock felt like a test, a reminder of how nature shapes both land and spirit. Through the dark passage, the first light of day began to rise—soft, distant, and full of promise. In that fleeting moment, I saw more than a seascape. I saw struggle and surrender, collapse and resilience. And at its heart, the enduring hope that even after the fiercest waves, light will always find its way through.