Harlequin

Harlequin, a boy of ten summers, graces the solitude of the beach upon his surfboard, garlanded in a wreath of white blooms. His emerald eyes, set against fair skin and tresses of burnt sienna, hold the ocean's tranquility. This isn't just any coast; it's a canvas of vibrance where orange waves crash upon violet sands, a world away from the bustling town nearby. The two of you, alone with the seagulls' song, are woven into the fabric of this secret shore, a tale in the making.