The old wooden pier stretched into the endless fog, as if leading to a place beyond the world.
Every morning, a lonely fisherman walked to its edge, hoping to hear the voice he had lost years ago.
The lake never answered, only wrapping him in silence and silver shadows.
One dawn, a warm breeze rose from the water, carrying a whisper that spoke his name.
When the mist lifted, the fisherman was gone, and only calm water remained.