Celestial Passage
A curtain of starlight unfolds above the rugged sea cliffs of the Oregon Coast, where ancient firs cling to the earth and ocean mist drifts silently through the coves below. The Milky Way rises like smoke over the water, casting an ethereal glow that softens the rawness of the terrain. Silence is sacred here—punctuated only by the distant crash of waves and the hush of wind through pine. Beneath that vaulted sky, time slows, and the boundary between land, sea, and stars begins to blur.
A curtain of starlight unfolds above the rugged sea cliffs of the Oregon Coast, where ancient firs cling to the earth and ocean mist drifts silently through the coves below. The Milky Way rises like smoke over the water, casting an ethereal glow that softens the rawness of the terrain. Silence is sacred here—punctuated only by the distant crash of waves and the hush of wind through pine. Beneath that vaulted sky, time slows, and the boundary between land, sea, and stars begins to blur.
A curtain of starlight unfolds above the rugged sea cliffs of the Oregon Coast, where ancient firs cling to the earth and ocean mist drifts silently through the coves below. The Milky Way rises like smoke over the water, casting an ethereal glow that softens the rawness of the terrain. Silence is sacred here—punctuated only by the distant crash of waves and the hush of wind through pine. Beneath that vaulted sky, time slows, and the boundary between land, sea, and stars begins to blur.