Hero allows the salt-ridden wind to graze his hair. He stares at the sand beneath his feet. Each grain is as insignificant as the last, just like humans themselves.

There were so many... so many that they blended into their sea. How? How in this endless surplus of people, he can't stop thinking of her? She's been gone for years.

So why, why is it so hard to move on when the world has already forgotten about her? When she's become another grain in an endless expanse of sand?