A MYSTERIOUS TOUR AROUND MY VILLAGE BEACH.

In the small village of Kisa where mystery surrounds every aspect of nature , strange stories instilled fear into little children. Are these narratives real? My friend Leon and I kept asking ourselves this question .We had to be certain about many of the narratives that were being spoken about our village beach . We planned our own beach tour without the consent of our parents.

As dusk painted the sky in hues of amber and rose, we set out for the beach, drawn by a peculiar invitation slipped under our doors earlier that day. The parchment bore no signature, only cryptic words etched in elegant script: "Come, seekers of truth, to the shore where shadows linger and whispers speak."

Intrigued by the mysterious message, we ventured forth, our curiosity a beacon guiding us through the labyrinth of narrow streets and weathered cottages. The village seemed to hold its breath, as if anticipating our arrival at the edge of the world where land and sea embraced in eternal embrace.

Upon reaching the shore, we were greeted by an ethereal figure cloaked in mist, its form shifting and swirling like the restless ocean itself. With a gesture, it beckoned us forward, leading us along a winding path of sand and stone. The air crackled with anticipation, and the rhythmic pulse of the waves seemed to echo the beating of our hearts.

As we walked, strange visions danced at the edges of our perception: fleeting glimpses of figures long gone, echoes of laughter lost to time, and whispers carried on the wind. It was as if the beach itself held memories, woven into the very fabric of its being, waiting to be unfurled by those brave enough to seek them. For sure hallucination is real!

At last, we reached a secluded cove bathed in moonlight, where the shadows gathered like silent sentinels. Before us stood an ancient lighthouse, its weathered facade a testament to the passage of time. Its beacon flickered with a ghostly glow, casting long shadows upon the sand.

As we approached, a voice whispered in the wind, weaving tales of lost love and forgotten dreams. We listened, captivated by the haunting melody of the sea, each note a lament for days gone by.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy with anticipation, and the very ground beneath our feet seemed to tremble. From the depths of the ocean emerged a spectral ship, its sails billowing in the breeze, its hull adorned with runes of forgotten lore. It glided towards us with unearthly grace, a vessel of the damned sailing on a sea of shadows.

With bated breath, we watched as the ship drew closer, its ghostly crew beckoning us aboard with skeletal hands. Without hesitation, we stepped onto the deck, our hearts pounding in time with the rhythmic pulse of the waves.

As the ship set sail into the night, we were enveloped in a whirlwind of sensations: the salty kiss of the sea breeze, the creaking of timber beneath our feet, and the distant cry of gulls wheeling overhead. Time seemed to lose all meaning as we sailed through the mists of memory, each wave a reflection of the past.

At last, we reached the heart of the storm, where the secrets of the shore lay buried beneath the waves. With a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder, the truth was revealed: a chest of ancient treasure, hidden for centuries beneath the shifting sands.

As we gazed upon the riches before us, a sense of wonder filled our souls. For in that moment, we realized that the true treasure was not gold or jewels, but the memories we had unearthed along the way: the stories of those who came before, their lives intertwined with the land and sea.

With hearts full and spirits soaring, we bid farewell to the spectral ship and made our way back to the shore, guided by the light of the lighthouse and the echoes of our own laughter. And though the night may fade and the memories may dim, the mysteries of the shore will forever linger in our hearts, a testament to the enduring magic of Kisa beach. Mystery can be real. We can never tell how we managed our way back to the village but our experience will forever remain a secret between us.