After visualizing the image of the private island in his mind and filling his thoughts with the intent of teleporting there, Liam felt the familiar shift of space and he found himself here.
A gust of cool salt-kissed air rushed against his skin. He turned slowly, taking in the sight before him, and he could only marvel at nature's undeniable beauty.
He was standing at the beach. And the sand beneath his shoes was pristine, fine, and white as powdered sugar, stretching endlessly on both sides.
Before him, the ocean spread like a living jewel, its crystalline turquoise waves lapping gently against the shore. Each crest sparkled in the sunlight, throwing shards of silver-blue light into the air. Coconut palms leaned toward the beach, their green crowns swaying lazily in rhythm with the breeze.
