… by shedding every tear from one’s body.

… and to change the status quo.

Somewhere between memory and oblivion, an old piano stands beside a silent sea, holding the echoes of a song the world has long forgotten. Its final melody has become a path of ivory keys, winding across the water toward a solitary door at the edge of the horizon — a doorway to somewhere beyond the reach of time. Beside the piano, a broken boat rests on the cracked earth, still tethered to it by a fragile red thread. Perhaps it once carried a heart toward a distant shore. Perhaps it lost its way, and the music became the only thing that could lead it home. A barren tree bends beneath the weight of invisible tears, while a colossal wave gathers in the sky, as if the heavens themselves are mourning something that can never return. Yet the sea remains strangely still, reflecting the last golden light of a fading world. And so the piano waits, alone between what has been lost and what has yet to be found. Its keys lead toward a door that may never open, carrying a melody that may never be heard again. Perhaps this is not the end of a song, but the final whisper of a memory refusing to disappear. Some melodies never truly end. They simply become a road that eventually leads us toward the dreams we have always kept alive in our hearts.