This cove is a good hiding place. Despite the drama of the great, black rock which towers over us like a menacing, torso embedded in onyx, this place is quiet, peaceful. Fragrant flora dot the hillside. The sand is cooled by blue ripples of water. Foamy, green waves slosh against the smaller rock barriers, sounding a rhythmic, seashore lullaby.
But lo, that blindingly yellow sky is ripped open. Behind the tear, orange ribbons flutter by like a flock of dragons. Ready or not, here they come.