You are here for a reason. You will find out why when the time is right. Pythagoras
Muko's memories occur mainly in his dreams. The images that are conjured up aren't sharp like memories sometimes are. They have fuzzy edges because they are images seen through the eyes of a child, and small children see everything blurred in their first years.
He is dreaming about a day at the beach. Although it's not an extraordinary scene, there's a magical, timeless quality about it. The sun is bright but it's not the sun that attracts him. Something else shines and throws out sparkles of light and isn't so far away. He can reach it. He just has to keep going. He crawls and crawls over the soft, sinking sand and the breathing sound that the shiny thing makes gets louder and louder.
'Husssh … husssh.'
The sand is harder now. He doesn't sink in so much but it's wet. Suddenly the first tiny wave touches his knee and runs away from him making little bubbles. He laughs. When the wave comes back he pats it with his hand and makes a splash.