R Harbor

You find your way to R Harbor, somehow. The sky is vast, the tide is low, and the smell of the ocean is strong. Near the parking lot, there's a little placque with the following written on it:

Sometimes, plans change. A failed trip leads you down to an unfamiliar section of the island, and you encounter... das Alles. The atmosphere is grand, with the gargantuan beach, the distant tide, the rush of wind... everything there harmonizes into a gigantic and spectacular view.

You momentarily wonder who would write that nonsense.