The ferry cut through the morning's glassy waters, a solitary path of churned foam tracing our departure. As the island's outline receded into the distance, its presence still resonated within us, an indelible mark etched on our souls. The morning light danced across the waves, a kaleidoscope of blues and golds, as we stood at the railing, the sea breeze carrying the sweet scent of salt and possibility. The island's silhouette slowly merged with the horizon, a fading whisper of the secrets we'd shared, the laughter, and the moments of quiet introspection.
Seagulls soared overhead, their cries punctuating the stillness, as we sailed toward the dawn's promise. Though the island's physical presence receded, its essence clung to us, a vibrant memory that lingered in our hearts. In this limina
