NasimBahari
Marina sat on the edge of the cliff, her long, flowing hair cascading down her back in shimmering waves. Each stroke of the comb through her hair sent golden strands drifting down into the depths below. The sun danced off the surface of the sea, turning it into a sparkling, golden expanse of water, reflecting the richness of Marina's magical gift. But today, a dense, oppressive darkness veiled the sea, encroaching on the radiance that once illuminated the ocean.