
MAZUNTE
The beach is raw and unvarnished — sand etched with footprints, palms bending into the wind. Two figures haul a fishing boat toward the shore, framed against towering waves that crash like thunder. Offshore, a lone rock juts from the sea, immovable, timeless. The scene feels pulled from another era — grit and salt, survival and rhythm, life at the edge of the Pacific. A cinematic fragment of the coast.