Premiere: Philipp de Castro – Oxímoro

At dawn, the coastline vanished beneath a blanket of fog. They walked slowly along the cliffs, listening to waves crash somewhere below. Then they saw a small lantern glowing in the mist.

They followed it to an abandoned wooden boat resting on the sand. Inside lay a weathered compass, its needle spinning wildly.

Suddenly, the fog parted, revealing a narrow path across the rocks. All but one followed it and discovered a hidden cove, where hundreds of tiny shells shimmered like stars.

When they looked back, the lantern was gone.

Only the compass remained, pointing toward home.