Context Story:
  Waking up in the aura of something even nostalgia itself has left long forgotten, the beach you found yourself waking up on was engulfing you with epiphanies many deemed paralyzing.
In your attempt to stand, still kneeling on the grains of sand this beach housed, you found yourself anchored as the wind gently breezed through your hair, all while attempting to pull your clothing into its grasp.
The dual sunset off in the distance held blinding symbolism, as the sunlight reflecting off the water that lay under it; freezing you with its presence.
The towers surrounding your new found safe haven far beyond reach, seem to stalk you as you stare right back at them over the seemingly endless ocean before you.
Holding their ground, giving off no light, they stood as only an obelisk of mystery and comprehension. And after finally breaking your gaze, you look around at the place you have found yourself, finding nothing more than a small empty island with another obelisk-like tower of its own at the core of the scene.
Rising to your feet with the wind seeming to guide you towards its entrance, you take one striking step after the next.
Soon after reaching the top, swearing in thought that there should have been more stairs, you peer behind you to see nothing of the sort.
And while wondering in infinite confusion, edging around the corner of a window a beam of light strikes the corner of your gaze, nudging you to look away though curiosity strikes you to face it eye to eye.
Peering out the window of this obelisk you now stand, you can almost feel the wind through its tender concrete walls as the sands mix together below.
Staring right back at you once again, the dual sunset, seems to have not been a sign of malicious intent, but a sign of solitude.
A sign that it was time to let your mind settle on the beaches you now held, and to let your thoughts settle at the basin of the seemingly infinite ocean that surrounded you.
The towers in the distance like lighthouses all gaze back as your eyes widen with the realization that they weren’t projecting any form of light simply because you have already found your way home.

Issues:
The Sun doesn't exist...
That's about it.

Other Stuff:
This is honestly one of my favorite images I've made in a while. It holds so much symbolism to how our minds treat us in every day life.
A safe haven of solitude, but also an unfamiliar environment that may be just as beautiful as it is mysterious.

People say that once you reach the light at the end of the tunnel, that you pass on into the afterlife.
I say, that after you reach that so familiar light, you end up here; and from there, it is up to you to decide what fate you will intertwine with your own.

PS: THIS IMAGE IS STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS, AND COULD CHANGE AT ANY TIME!