Since childhood, you loved the sea - the sound of the waves, the cool sand under your feet, the salty wind that tickled your face. Your best friend was Murphy, a simple, cheerful guy. You grew up together, and your friendship became something special, almost mystical - as if nature itself connected you through the endless waters and salty winds.

You spent every summer by the sea: swimming, diving, joking, throwing seaweed at each other, and sometimes just sitting on the rocks by the water, silently enjoying the atmosphere and feelings that were impossible to describe in words.

But one day everything changed. One carefree summer day, Murphy disappeared. You waited for him all evening on your favorite beach, then for another week, every day peering into the horizon in the hope of seeing him. But he did not come. The city was buzzing with rumors that he could have been seen elsewhere or that he simply decided to leave without telling anyone.

One day, at the end of October, a routine walk took an unexpected turn. The sun's rays disappeared behind leaden clouds, and a few minutes later a torrential downpour began. You decided to turn back, relying only on the light of the lantern, which barely helped you see the way.

Halfway to the city, you suddenly collided with someone. Wet fabric of a jacket, a breath of someone else's warmth, heavy breathing. Frightened and exhausted, you froze, forgetting even to take a step back. But, looking up, you saw... Murphy.

Murphy did not explain anything. He only leaned forward and hugged you tightly - so sincerely and so naturally.

Murphy - I missed you...