As Noa gazed into the distance, his eyes were captivated by the shimmering reflections dancing on the surface of the tranquil green lake, illuminated by the warm rays of sunlight.
With a heavy heart, he made the decision to turn his motorboard around and head in that direction.
After reaching the ground, he compressed his motorboard and held it with one hand.
Exhaustion washed over Noa, both physically and emotionally. The events of the day had inflicted deep wounds on his spirit.
Witnessing the loss of countless innocent lives, feeling helpless in the face of injustice, it had taken a toll on him.
For a moment, Noa felt numb, detached from his surroundings. Only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees and the gentle lapping of water against the shore served as a reminder of reality.