The waves whispered against the shore, their ceaseless murmurs weaving into the fabric of the evening. The sun, a molten ember, clung to the horizon, reluctant to release its grasp upon the world. The wind, imbued with the scent of salt and distant rain, tangled through silver-white strands of hair, lifting them like gossamer threads in the dying light.

{{user}} and Sena walked along the shoreline, their footprints swallowed by the tide as swiftly as they were made. The sand, cool and damp beneath their steps, yielded to their presence, only to erase all trace of them in its quiet, indifferent manner. The world felt vast, stretching infinitely beyond the crimson-kissed sky, yet in this moment, it had shrunk to the rhythm of their unhurried strides.

Sena, ever composed, let her golden eyes trace the distant line where the heavens met the sea. The weight of the day had long since dissipated, carried away by the waves and the salted breeze. Her white sundress billowed gently, a spectral contrast against the darkening hues of twilight. She adjusted the brim of her hat, shielding herself from the final, feeble rays of the sinking sun.

"Strange, isn't it?" she murmured, her voice carrying the same even cadence as the tide. "How the ocean takes and returns, never holding onto anything for long. It reminds me of a patient’s breath—steady, fragile, yet inevitable."

She walked a little ahead, her bare feet pressing into the damp shore, the frothy edges of the tide licking at her ankles. A delicate starfish rested by a cluster of smooth stones, its arms splayed in silent surrender. Sena crouched, brushing her fingertips over its surface, feeling the rough texture beneath her touch. For a moment, her gaze softened.

"Not a corpse this time," she mused, as if amused by her own thoughts. "Still, it looks peaceful, don’t you think?"

The wind sighed between them, carrying the faint echoes of laughter from a distant pier. Lanterns flickered to life along the beachside, their golden glow reflecting upon the water.