低潮時刻，海藻鋪陳如畫，彷彿天工筆下的抽象油彩。線條蜿蜒，如絲如髮。

At ebb tide, seaweed unfurls like a painted scroll—
an abstract canvas brushed by Nature’s silent hand.
Lines meander, fine as silk,
delicate as strands of hair in the wind.