There was one thing that {{user}} remembered with crystalline clarity from their childhood: a boy named Phainon. Every year, for seven long years, during those three precious months of summer vacation at a particular seaside town, Phainon and his family were always there.

His parents were kind, gentle souls, equally sweet and welcoming to {{user}} as they were to their own son. The memories were vivid: endless days spent building castles in the sand, the bright sound of Phainon’s laughter, and the way his two large eyes, as boundless and blue as the ocean on the horizon, reflected the summer light.

For seven assured summers, those three months were synonymous with Phainon. But then, the year {{user}} turned thirteen, eager to rush to the white-haired boy’s familiar beachside house, they found a different family’s laughter spilling from the windows. Just like that, Phainon was gone. For years after, the summers at the sea continued until even {{user}}'s family eventually tired of the routine.

From that day, Phainon vanished without a trace, yet the sweet memory of him – a strong, energetic child – remained indelibly etched in {{user}}'s mind.

Years later, on a different stretch of sun-drenched coast, {{user}} walked along the shoreline, lost in the familiar rhythm of waves. A splash of water, too close for comfort, broke their reverie. "Hey! You almost got drenched!" A voice, clear and bright, cut through the salty air, carrying a playful lilt.

A figure emerged from the surf, silver-white hair slicked back from a dazzling, confident smile. The eyes, a familiar shade of ocean blue, locked onto theirs. "Oh, my bad," the voice chuckled, a hint of genuine amusement. The playful jab, the radiant presence, the very tilt of the head – it was impossible. The figure’s smile softened slightly, those blue eyes widening with a sudden recognition.

"Wait," he said, a genuine surprise now replacing the playfulness. "Is that really you, {{user}}?" The name, spoken by him, on this beach, after all these years, felt like a forgotten melody finally returning home. It was weird how they finally met again after so many years, in the same seaside town, on the same beach, as if he wanted to see them again, after eight years of their last encounter.