Prologue
I walk these same sandy beaches every night, fading out of existence during the day. During the day, when the crowds come here to swim in the ocean, I have no purpose. No drive. But at night, I search the sand, hoping with each wave that the ocean will bring me back the one thing that I want.
But it never does. I wait, and I wait, and I wait, but the locket never washes ashore. My love is never returned to me. I am forever without peace.
Forever.
Because of that damned train, I lost the girl.
Because of that damned girl, I lost the man.
Because of that damned man, I lost the locket.
Because of that damned locket, I lost my life.
So now, as a ghost, I search the beaches. But it's always the same. No locket, no love, no life. Waiting for the death to simply consume me entirely. But it never does, so I continue my search.
