: The drop hit, grounded and earthy, pushing him to move.
By the time the track reached its peak, the sun finally cracked the horizon. A flash of gold hit the water, perfectly timed with a bright, shimmering chord progression. The Stillness
The music ended, but the silence that followed wasn't empty. It was full—charged with the same energy Dilby had bottled into those seven minutes of sound. He turned away from the cliff, finally ready to face the world, carrying the rhythm of the breath with him.