Chapter 94 Aria

• ONE MONTH LATER…
• The sound of waves crashing against the rocks behind the inn is constant, a calm and rhythmic melody that has become my daily refuge. I adjust the papers scattered across the reception desk, filling the time while no guests are around to book any aquatic activities nearby.
• The inn is simple, rustic, with white walls weathered by time and wooden furniture that carries the unmistakable scent of sea air. Sunlight streams through the side window, casting dancing shadows on the wooden floor as the ceiling fan turns slowly, as if fatigued. The muffled sound of conversations from a few guests in the common area barely reaches me.