There has always been something eerie about the beach at night - yet something magical. The only light around is the moon, only allowing you to see as far as you need to - playing off the water, teasing you with visions of what may be out in the distance.

It's not eerie in the sense that something is going to happen to you, but rather, you are so vulnerable.

Beyond the dunes the lights of the streets glow warmly, but only in a haze that doesn't stretch far into the sky. The breeze is always churning, bringing a chill to your skin - its rare for a still night.

Between the sounds of the crashing waves and the wind, you're deaf to everything else in the world.

Around you is black - the moon only revealing so much.

You know there are creatures out there, scurrying about, but you don't know where.

Really, you're just so tiny and alone on the beach.

But, that's why it's so magical. You feel small. You feel the Earth's presence. You smell it in the air, feel it against your bare feet.

You don't rule this planet - it rules you.