Ankyra Sound τι να προσπαθήσω για μένα να πω;

Something kept him in the same place, for the first time in — actually, he couldn't remember. Had he ever settled like this before?

Panacea couldn't shake the looming feeling that it wouldn't last, but neither could he seem to tear himself away from the beach. This place called back memories he couldn't quite grasp. Sometimes, if he really thought about it, a specific image came to him: a huge boulder, split down the middle, the base yawning into a dark opening.

He wasn't sure what it meant.

To soothe himself, Panacea crept past the shoreline and into the water. Swimming always eased his mind. At least for a little while.