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The basalt sea stacks of Reynisdrangar rise like ancient sentinels from the black-sand shore. The moon drifts above them, reflecting on water still as breath. Footsteps on the sand trace the thin line between solitude and worship.
The basalt sea stacks of Reynisdrangar rise like ancient sentinels from the black-sand shore. The moon drifts above them, reflecting on water still as breath. Footsteps on the sand trace the thin line between solitude and worship.