Coastal Cretan

On the sun-baked shores of Crete, beneath the ancient olive trees, sat Icarus—not of wings, but of dreams. Each day, he cast his gaze beyond the cerulean embrace of the sea, imagining the myriad worlds pulsing just out of reach. His fingers traced the lines of the world in the sand, continents and cities born and erased with each wave. Though bound to his island, Icarus traveled vast distances in the quiet sanctuary of his mind, finding solace in the thought that within his daydreams, no horizon was too distant, no land too remote. Each dream was a sacred journey, an odyssey without bounds, spun from the very threads of the soul’s quiet longing for things beyond this COASTAL CRETAN.