A sea breeze blew, and she gradually opened her eyes...
Before her was a mist, she lay in a circular room with the door tightly locked, and only a high windowsill.
She strained to tiptoe, extending her little hand she could only reach half the height of the windowsill, craning her neck, she could see Gull soaring across the sky.
The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled her ears.
Suddenly, a little boy popped up from the windowsill and thumped down to the ground.
The windowsill was so high, his small figure crashed to the floor, and it took a while before he got up.
"Little Fish, have you remembered your name yet?"
She shook her head.