Tiberius sat alone on the sandy shore, his hands clasped together over his knees, gazing blankly at the waves with an unreadable expression. He appeared to have been there for quite some time, quietly collecting small shells and pebbles as a handful of them lay scattered beside him. As the sun descended beyond the horizon, casting a gradual dimness over the crashing waves, a breeze tousled his darkened curls; while his eyes, resembling the vast ocean, held an almost empty quality.