The sunsets on Malapascua Island in the Philippines feel like explosions in the sky — wild, breathtaking, and almost unreal.

But beneath that blaze of colour, it’s the sound of the waves that holds you — soft laps against the shoreline, repeating like a forgotten lullaby. I stayed there alone, wrapped in the rhythm of the sea, as if time had unraveled and tomorrow didn’t exist.

The sky burned in hues I didn’t know names for, and the ocean spoke in its slow, endless tongue. In that moment, sound and color were equal — and both were everything.

Recorded by Rafael Diogo.