Coastline

None but her; and her experiments, were witnesses to the repeated round-the-clock rinsing of her lily-white beach, caging-in multiple dense green island growth layers, obscuring both the paved helipad and subterranean laboratory. Her natural alarm system, could be property appreciated only via satellite. What was home, was center to uncharted three-thousand metre deep saline waters, skinned by a balanced mix of bellowing turquoise water as it morphed into silky white foam - from where nature's paint brush gravitated ninety degrees straight down through the deeper royal blue waters and anchoring itself on the blackest black basin, teaming with starving eye-less creatures, who for aeons, were too occupied feasting on their own kind or whatever moved when bumping into it.