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When the music finally faded into the mundane roar of the storm, Lena stopped. She was dizzy, her breath coming in white clouds against the evening chill. The shore was empty, the song was gone, but her heart beat in a perfect, lingering triple meter.

As the melody swelled, Lena began to spin. Her movements were slow, mirroring the heavy roll of the water. Each step in the wet sand was a note. nad_brzegiem_morza_stala_dziewczyna_walczyk_ply...

The "walczyk" grew louder, the wind whistling through the gaps in the nearby wooden pier like a flute. For a moment, the world wasn't a place of cold salt and sharp wind; it was a ballroom of foam and moonlight. Lena felt the weight of the world lift, carried off by the receding tide. When the music finally faded into the mundane