The sand here wasn't merely a pile of dirt; it was a living, breathing, and moving organism, constantly redeposited by the ocean in a series of crescent-shaped, low-lying dunes [10].
Sand is frequently rearranged by wind and water; some sand dunes are composed of gypsum instead of quartz [15]. Across the Sand
By midday, the high-pitched popping sound of the sand—the "singing" of countless tiny creatures emerging from the grains—diminished as the hot sun made the surface uninhabitable [10]. The beach, in its relentless cycle, was preparing to hide its secrets once more as the tide, the true ruler of this world, began to creep across the sand [10]. The sand here wasn't merely a pile of