The sun was setting around six in the evening, painting the sky in soft opal hues. Golden rays pierced through the fading light, casting their glow across the endless blue ocean. The scorching heat of the day had finally begun to ease, replaced by a gentle breeze that felt like nature itself taking a deep breath after an exhausting southern afternoon. The refreshing wind carried the sweet scent of coastal plants mixed with the salty smell of the sea.
A sleek yacht glided through the water like a swan with outstretched wings, moving gracefully across the vast expanse that stretched from one end of the Mediterranean to the other. Despite the calmness of the evening, the vessel moved swiftly, leaving behind a trail of sparkling white foam. The sun continued its descent below the western horizon, but its stubborn rays kept reflecting off every wave, as if some ancient god of fire had just plunged into the ocean's embrace.
