The azure waves gently lapped over the beach, rising and falling unpredictably, eternally restless, wearing down the great rocks into sand over millennia; along the coast, the forest filled with layers of White Mist, rising and falling, contrasting with the green leaves of the forest and the fiery red flowers.
The sky was overcast, thick with clouds, with no wind or waves heralding the arrival of a storm, seagulls cried as they flew through the clouds, landing on the tall solitary cliffs by the sea.
A young man with white hair sat here.
He patted the head of the uninvited seagull, sending it away, and the young man with white hair and blue eyes gazed toward the end of the infinite azure sea, the far horizon. The thick cloud cover kept the world in a state of dim clarity, yet in the distance, one could vaguely see lightning leaping from the sky, sunlight piercing through the clouds.
