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 Here, the island reveals itself slowly, in layers — through wind that shapes the dunes, light that rewrites the stone, salt that settles on the skin like a second language. Time moves differently along this coast: it follows the migration of birds over the reserve, the ripening of carob and almond, the long silence of the early afternoon when even the sea seems to hold its breath.This is a landscape written and rewritten for millennia — Greek stone, Arab water gardens, Baroque light — a palimpsest where every era left a layer and none erased the one before. To arrive here is to cross a threshold: the roads thin out, the horizon widens, and what remains is essential — sea, stone, sky, and the time to inhabit them. A world of its own.