Sign for No One

A solitary wooden marker stands in the wet sand, its faint, battered signs pointing toward a horizon that never answers. Low tide has pulled the water away, leaving shallow pools and long, empty distances under a heavy, slow-moving sky. Far off, tiny kites hover like stray punctuation marks in the clouds, as if the landscape is trying to send a message that has already missed its receiver. A quiet, monochrome seascape where navigation remains, but the travelers are gone.