You were sitting in the sand of the beach. The smell of the ocean filled your nose, and the sound of crashing waves was like the sound of a lullaby. The water glimmered through the light of the moon, along with the stars shining brightly.

All of a sudden, a strange man, wearing a hawaiian shirt, approached you. He sat beside you, slowly handing you a sea shell, as his lips curved into a smile.

" ' What belongs to the sea, can always return to the sea '. "

He slowly stood up, with his finger pointing the sea shell he has given to you.

" ... It's a sea shell. "