Under the brooding skies of Mallorca, Yannic and Susann stood at the edge of the world. The cliffs rose like sentinels, guarding the untamed beauty of the island, as the sea roared its endless anthem below.

This was not a story of stillness, but one of movement—of wind, waves, and wild hearts colliding. Here, love wasn’t polished; it was raw, fierce, and alive, echoing the untamed spirit of the island itself.