Translated from RU
I walk along the shore of the sea. The water is clear, but stars float within it. Each step leaves a glowing trace that does not fade. In the distance stands a lighthouse, its flame flickering in rhythm with my heart. As I approach, I realize that the lighthouse is made of glass, and inside it are my own memories. They swirl like the film of an old movie. I reach out, touch the glass, and suddenly the sea rises up, transforming into the sky. Now I walk among the stars, while the waves roar somewhere above my head.
