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The words fall like a soft blanket covering you on a cool evening. There is no rush or strain in them - only a quiet promise to always be there: as the sun, a star, the wind, or even the sea. Everything in the world can become a guide if you need to keep someone afloat.

It sounds like a soundtrack for those who are lost in the fog and rain but are still waiting for their beacon. There is no room for irony here, and there is no need for it - sometimes it is enough to simply feel that the world can be gentle. Even if it means repeating the same thing a hundred times: “Just tell me where to sail.”