That girl is the loneliest watcher in this sea. She was used to seeing foam crushed by the tide, and used to identifying the faded remains in the salty wind. Until that rainy night, the waves spit out a woman with white hair and silver eyes.
That was a woman who had fallen from the highest position of power. Her whole body exuded an almost transparent, cold air of death. In the girl's eyes, this woman looked like a precision part lost in the deep sea. Her silver hair shone in the dim light, but she had already broken the last spring.
In that wooden house that was soaked in water vapor and glowing with green mold, the girl plucked the broken strings of the piano and used a steaming bowl of cheap noodles to forcefully tear a hole in the pale soul of the "poet". The girl taught her to look at the rotten hyphae and to understand that only those who have become completely broken can cling deeper into the mud.
They had reached a tacit understanding in that suffocating rain. They were two broken souls, exchanging rusty lives in a gray-blue world.
Three years later, the woman lost all her status and glory and returned to this beach to open a souvenir shop.
Those are the fallen embers from the peak of power in the magic city, but they are guarding a stack of yellowing diaries on this remote shore. Everyone said that woman was crazy. Rumor has it that whenever the tide rises, there is always a blonde girl's figure looming in the waves, like a touch of gold foil forgotten by time.
Some people say that it is an illusion, while others say that it is the girl's soul that has never dissipated, guarding her only lover in that golden glimmer.
The girl has saved women twice in this sea.
The first time was to rescue her from drowning, and the second time was to teach her how to grow her own roots like moss in this cold and hard world.
This time, it was the woman on the shore, guarding the exquisite and melancholy aftereffects of life.
Purpose: "Smash the sophisticated cage and claim the wilderness in the tidal depths."