Laughter peals, carried on salt-laden breezes over the changing dunes, reverberating across the dark sea of forever - reminders where dreams have been. Watching, hoping, grasping at that which can be, she stands ankle-deep, absorbing the warmth - long, slow waves foam across a sun-slicked beach. The ball of fire dipping, reflecting, glinting off the save-smoothed sand - mirror-images of children, chasing in ever wilder coiled paths, capturing that which will be. Twilight entwining forever-blackened waters, twisting, nebulous - that which transcends the gravity-bound whirlpool can be.