Adrift and bound toward the eastern shores, our aspirations shine among the northern stars and city lights. With steady winds and calm resolve, we soar through the sky and over the horizon.

In the distant lighthouse that watches over the great ocean, Michael gazes outward in quiet solemn of inner contemplation. With the bustling discord of the city behind him, silence is a luxury of the moment.

A stranger to extroversion, the seascape view is far more pleasant than any celebration he has ever attended. As he watches a trail of doves fly through the sky, he yearns for their freedom if only for one night.