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As the aircraft glided over the vast expanse of water, the endless azure sky and brilliant sunshine outside lifted my mood. I watched the clouds drifting and swirling, tinged with warm, orange hues as the horizon gleamed. The view was awe-inspiring, and for a brief moment, I wished I had a camera to immortalize the scene.

Suddenly, a flash of creativity struck me. I quickly grabbed a pen and notepad, sketching the vista before me, each stroke capturing the ephemeral beauty outside. By the time I finished, darkness had fallen, and a strange realization washed over me—we had departed on the morning of the 27th and arrived on the evening of the 26th. It felt as if we had traversed time itself, an odd yet thrilling sensation.