The farthest edge of the world is like a lost song between light, earth, sea, and sky. The lines of maps become meaningless, and the compass becomes helpless.
@pipapipia I have a deep love for these old buildings. A stone-faced, silent facade; neither able to break free from the past nor blend into the present. Behind the closed shutters, perhaps a family dinner lingers, or maybe a small shop still quietly opened with hope.