The sea breeze lifts the ends of her hair, as if worries unconsciously unfold. Her gaze follows the silent shipwreck in the distance. The blue of the sea and island dyes the entire frame, pulling thoughts into the deep ocean. That bright blue scarf is the only splash of color in this gray tone, as if desperately trying to retain a trace of warmth. Twenty-three images record a monologue: she stands by the sea, conversing with heaven and earth, letting emotions flow in the cold, still sea breeze. Light outlines her silhouette, waves whisper stories, and the shipwreck lies still, like a gaze of fate.