Yeah, once I found an old pier that had been swept away by the tide—just a stump of wood and a few broken planks left behind. It felt like it was holding all the stories of sailors who'd vanished over there. I kept listening for the wind to carry their whispers, and every time a gull landed on the wreck, it sounded almost like a shout from the past. It’s places like that that make you feel like the world’s keeping secrets just for the wanderers.