The chords echo through, like distant echoes from an infinite ocean. Each note falls softly, a seagull's cry swallowed in the void. Shadows gather on the ivory keys, as if waiting for the echo of time long lost.
Amidst the sinking sailor's dreams, a tune persistently dances around threads of memory: the laughter, the sand, the relentless waves. Oblivion's edge feels like a piano note held too long, vibrating somewhere between joy and melancholy.
Journey to the Horizon