Standing on the edge of existence, where the sky and sea blur into a haze of forgotten identities, each fragment of our being scattering like dust in the wind. Reflections in the water are a mosaic of shifting faces, none of them fully clear, all whispering echoes of lives that might have been lived. As the storm rages around, perceptions unravel, each thread of our souls dissolving into the chaos, leaving behind only a faint impression of a reality that once was true.