eclipses aren’t just moments, they’re events that shift everything.
When the moon moves in, swallowing the sun, the ocean answers.
Waves rise like they’re pulled from somewhere deeper, darker.
This one is perfect, too perfect, as if the eclipse itself carved it out of the sea.
Its surface glows faintly under the burning ring of light, the ocean holding its breath as the sky turns otherworldly.
Every eclipse in this world leaves a mark. The tides shift, the horizon bends, and for a moment, everything feels suspended.
a fleeting moment where light and shadow collide, and
the ocean becomes a reflection of something far beyond itself.
