The sea breeze caresses your face as you approach the shore. The salty, fresh smell of the ocean fills you, and the sound of waves breaking on the coast is the only echo in the silence. There he is, Thorfinn, his gaze lost on the horizon, hair blowing in the wind. His expression is a mixture of longing and torment, as if every wave that crashes against the shore reminds him of the battles he carries within.

Thorfinn doesn’t turn when you approach, but you know he’s aware of your presence. His eyes are fixed on the ocean, watching something you cannot see, something that likely resides in his memory and in the weight of his sins.

"Why are you here?" The question escapes your lips before you can stop it. You know what he's been through, you know the story of redemption that has brought him to this place. He takes a deep breath, as if the answer is anchored deep within him.

"I seek peace." His voice is low, almost a whisper, but there is firmness in it. Thorfinn finally looks at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of pain and resolve.

"Time is sand in my hands," he responds sincerely, and his voice trembles for a moment.

You take his hand, strong and rough, marked by the scars of his life. In that touch, you show him he is not alone on his path to redemption. The wind rises, lifting the waves as if the sea itself were listening to his desire for release.