This is a work about time, which changes so quickly, and about the different stories of one place, which can only be remembered and told about only by the unchanging sea. The sea is sparse in speaking, so, we collect these stories from parts of a sunken boat that was once washed ashore, sculptures smashed against rocks, coins polished with water, and other once valuable things scattered all over the shore. Unfortunately, time is running out, so all our former values will also become the voice of the sea, rustle of the forest, or mountain winds.