Anesti

At the edge of a quiet beach, the roar of the waves arrives, erasing footprints that never had the chance to mean anything. The wind carries a salty fragrance, as if delivering a message that never reaches its end.

A building stands far on the horizon, struck by the waves— silent and upright like a secret unwilling to open. Waiting to have its stillness interpreted. A human with eyes covered by the surge of waves, as if able to see more clearly and calmly.

Anesti Your name breaks within the rustle of the waves. You are the pause in the chaos. The shore calls you back, so that you open your eyes not to the world, but to yourself.