An old fisherman sits patiently by the sea shore, his body slightly tilted sideways. He is surrounded by heaps of beautiful spiraled seashells of different sizes, the morning light casting soft shadows on them. He is keenly observing one specific seashell, a kind of murex, appreciating its beauty and complexity. The wave’s gentle rhythm continues, whispering stories of the deep to the faithful fisherman. His pet seagull perches nearby, its eyes fixed on the rolling waves.