Imagine a place where the beach was spaced to make room for a city.
The water rolled into the shore gaining momentum for a brilliant,perfect wave.Glistening the sun saw through the constant current as another ride showed up next to it.Delicately with perfect timing the water continued up to the sand bar as sprays uplifted, it slumped back in the ocean.
Across the wide,hardened,dry sand the surface pointed away to thick grass covers,said to be herbal.Then there was the clubs (buildings) made out of authentic,polished wood.From 1-4 stories high, even higher up the weather remained true.The walls of the clubs were glass, only the roofs and frames were wood.Dye of plants mushed together used as paint,pattered the trees and clubs surrounding.
Animals inhabited close by,the wind carried their voices all over the peninsula.The creatures shared bonds with the people but would rather associate with themselves.They found the food consisting of nuts and fruit, providing for everyone.
The village was in a valley that opened up to the beach. Green hills encomposed the civilisation with flaura decorating the emptiness.
