Near the end of the estate, the scent of the saltwater from the beach becomes a newfound aroma. It swirls with the other scents as they mismatch with the flowers. The crash of the waves hitting up against the wet sand became a new calmness, especially to the elves working through their day in the gardens. The windy air clashed in whirlwinds as the birds soared in the sky, marking the division between the blues and clouds are their own.