A place that is impossible to talk about - the language is not capable of this.
Tourists come here from time to time: by inertia they click the camera, groan and gasp, walk along the beach with each other, holding hands, and leave. Fortunately, they leave, and everything falls into place again: only an empty beach, red rocks, majestic arches, the rumble of waves.
Being here, you understand (or, rather, you feel) - such was the world at the time of its creation: bright red rocks, turquoise ocean and white foam of mighty waves.
It's calm here. Being here is like going home. It's like finally breaking free from the hustle and bustle of our sticky life.
Absolute edge. The place where everything ends, and time ceases to be a concept that means something - here it cannot be felt.
Arches are not even the most important thing in Legzir. This is only its constituent part, an element inseparable from the whole - from Leghzira as a complete and self-sufficient universe. Perhaps the same laws of physics are at work here, but this world lives its own life and according to its own incomprehensible rules. Here is a different universe. Well, or at least another planet.
A place that is impossible to talk about - the language is not capable of this. This place cannot even be thought of - it is generally from another layer of reality.
The air is made up of a billion drops of salt water. Cool, fresh and quiet. Legzira is a dream. The space itself is sewn from the matter of dreams.
Or maybe, on the contrary, is it an awakening?
