"...."
Robin's eyes remained locked on the blind old man for what felt like an eternity.
He didn't blink. He didn't breathe.
He simply stared—silent, still, as if even time itself paused to watch.
And then, like a weary soul weighed down by revelation,
his head began to lower—slowly, solemnly—until his gaze met the sand at his feet,
his eyes clouded not with fear, nor confusion, but something deeper…
A sense of being unmoored—as if the foundation beneath his thoughts had shifted.
The wind carried nothing but the whisper of waves brushing the shore…
Waaak
Shooo—
And for several minutes, neither of them spoke.
The world itself seemed to hold its breath.
Then, in a voice as soft as the tide, Robin murmured,
"…Just a moment ago, the sea retreated.
And based on the Law of Causality, a long wave should arrive any moment now—
one strong enough to reach the shore and take this little stone in front of me back into the depths.
