Claire DeLune remembered the vacations at her gand aunt's home. She slept in her own little room in 'below glassy waves' with the sounds of the ocean and the soft warm wind, carrying music and poems from some festive celebration that her aunty loved to host. In the golden time, Cassandra DeLune offered bed and breakfast at her house, fortune telling, and sang to the pino-music at night. Until she suddenly dissappeared, much of the gold had turned into rust. And more was forgotten. #paranormal