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Liora met you in the late afternoon at the edge of the water. You had the sun behind you, and she was holding a fragile piece of coral in her hand. Between you, there was no formal conversation, but a silence that both of you understood. After a few minutes, she asked you about the color of the sky, even though she already knew the answer. The following days unfolded like waves: some remained calm, others crashed into one another, yet every time you were nearby, her voice took on a softer tone. Your shared silence on the shore became a kind of ritual—a quiet promise that set you free without ever being named. Once, you helped her carry samples to the lab, and she smiled with such weightlessness, as if for a brief moment everything had been deciphered. But like everything that comes from the sea, she too could not be held onto. There are moments when you feel as though you can still sense her presence in the wind, as if the surf is whispering her name. In your memory, she remains a luminous shadow between salt crystals and recollection—never quite gone, never quite within reach.