Imagine this — the air is still, the sunlight spilling over the cathedral in Palma, and the Mediterranean looks like glass. Tourists laugh, clinking drinks at the marina, and the smell of sea salt drifts through the streets. Then the sea disappears. Not slowly — instantly. Boats tip sideways onto dry sand, fish flop helplessly on the exposed seabed, and for a brief, breathless moment, nobody moves. It’s beautiful and wrong at the same time — the ocean gone missing under a perfect sky. Then, from