In the fall of 2025, Crane Beach opened its shores on a moonless night for star gazers. I felt as if I walked into a surrealist painting. Above me, the sky was an utter black canvas, scattered with millions of glittering stars. Beneath my feet, the sand glowed faintly white in the darkness, soft and inviting, while the gentle sound of crashing waves and the salty scent of the nearby ocean filled the air. In the distance, the shadows of trees, rocks, and marsh grasses blended into the landscape, mysterious yet friendly. The grandeur of this space—where earth met the galaxies, water met air, and sand met stone—felt complete. Walking toward the water, I was overwhelmed by the sense of wholeness and calmness in that landscape.