“Did you hear that?” It was rather silent except for the crashing of waves and the abrupt swift of directions of the wind. In that duration, no one spoke a word—not one exchange between the boy standing on the sand and the dreamer enveloped by the sea—until came a reply from a third party, “Car’s all gassed up!” “Hira, there’s nothing there—in the sea, I mean.” The boy spoke softly enough to resemble a whisper, but persistent to hold her back from dipping in further into the dark depths of the unknown. There had been a sliver of fear tipping near the edges of his tired soul as he watches the dreamer slowly turn to him with a small smile. Hira utters a quick reply before retreating from the twinkling waters touching her feet, “You’re wrong, I heard the sea singing an old song like my mum’s lullaby from when I was younger. It’s a small message, but it’s important to me.” That had been six months ago when Kiko had tried to watch her father reluctantly leave a bouquet of daisies on her tombstone, and now he revisited the spot once more to let his withering heart reminisce a part of that smile. Kiko Azahara isn’t a dreamer, rather he believes in the present and the reality of the world. However, Kiko was stuck in this mundane truth of being human and that came with flaws in his nature; regardless of being a firm believer of the now, he just could not accept a fraction of difference in his and Hira’s reality and that she was gone. The only truth is, Hira’s body washed up on the shore the moment Kiko returned to the scene.