A hushed stillness settles in as the train tracks fade into the distance, swallowed by the damp hush of early afternoon. Beneath the surface, Ocean Dreams whispers through sun-dappled tides, its languid pulse tugging at memories half-remembered. The melancholy of motion lingers — a quiet surrender to what once was, riding the crest of a wave that asks nothing but to be felt. Eyes closed, you are neither here nor gone, only adrift in the golden blur between farewell and forever.