Riding through the quiet roads of Milos on a quad bike, I had no destination—just the thrill of discovering the unknown. As I passed through a small coastal town, this lone church caught my eye. Perched at the edge of the island, facing the endless blue, it felt like a meeting point between ancient myths and modern faith. Greece, a land once devoted to gods like Poseidon, now finds itself deeply rooted in Christianity, yet the presence of the sea remains sacred. The blue hues of the door, the bike, and the water all seemed to belong to the same story.