The sea told thousands of stories with each wave—sometimes in whispers, sometimes with a roar..

The sky is neither gray nor blue… As if a void where colors have lost their meaning. Everything is familiar, yet foreign at the same time.

Sometimes, a road exists not to lead us to a destination, but simply to be traveled..

Every step is a story, every trace a journey on the infinite plane of time..

The rhythm of the waves carries the silent weight of the nets..

A body lying on the ground. Motionless, lifeless..