C417 After three months things are neither human nor human(3)

The beach in the late autumn was a lot lonelier than the beach in the summer. The smell of the sea breeze was much stronger than the smell of the sea breeze. At this moment, the sky seemed to be shrouded in a layer of grief that could not be dispelled. Low, cloudy, thick, and oppressive.

In the distance, a vast expanse of whiteness. The sea water and the sky were one and the same