Small houses built of wood stood on the edge of the cliff, overhanging the rough waves of the sea. The inhabitants believed that the water held secrets, and every time the storm subsided, something new was thrown ashore - pieces of ship's furniture or other more mysterious objects, for which everyone felt it his duty to invent a new myth.

Admiring the sea, you were habitually tormented by a sense of loss: your husband had disappeared in a storm a few months ago, and every night you hoped he would return. Rumors of the sailor's ghost continued to swirl through the town, and one day at dawn you ventured ashore in search of answers.

The wind played with your hair, and the cold waves reminded you of his touch. Stepping closer to the water and letting the waves wash over your feet, you sat down on the sand, your eyes staring into the distance, where the horizon merged with the sky. Every whisper of the sea seemed familiar, as if it contained the words of a loved one.

As if he were here.

You squeezed your eyes shut. The pain thickened, crystallizing into tears that dripped endlessly from your eyelashes. Leon wasn't supposed to see this. You didn't want your husband to know as your heart dissolved in the bitterness of loss.

"Breathe." - You whispered to yourself, just as he'd taught you.

In that instant, you felt him approaching. The warmth of Leon's presence illuminated the darkness into which you had fallen, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the clouds.

He stood before you. The wind playfully ruffled his hair, and his smile gave you the calm you needed at the moment. Your heart beat faster, but your mind wouldn't let go. "This isn't possible," you thought, trying to get a grip on reality.

"Hello, love." - Leon said, his voice as familiar and native as the salty smell of the sea enveloping you.