In a boundless world of calm water‚ one house stands alone․ Built from driftwood and glass‚ it floats gently‚ wrapped in silence and wind․ No land‚ no noisejust ripples‚ light‚ and a small beacon glowing at night․ Inside‚ its a cozy refuge of forgotten songs‚ stacked books‚ and slow time․ The air smells of sea and solitude․ Here‚ theres no past or futureonly presence․ A world not to live in‚ but to be in․ To dream․ To remember․ To be alone in peace․
