A soft breeze ran through the evening air, pushing aside a few stray grains of sand as it continued unhindered on its journey. The granules swirled and twisted out of the way, their faint rustling providing a steady background to the orchestra that was the sea. As each wave was born it rose majestically out of the foamy brine, standing proud for but a heartbeat until it toppled over, the crash and the tumultuous spray signaling its death. This rhythmic crashing of the waves sounded like a classical masterpiece, the tempo rising and falling with the flow of the tide.
11/30/1999 - 00:00
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Shinji sits on a lonely beach and reflects back on the events that got him to this point in his life.
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