By the edge of the reef, a solitary fisherman stands silently among the rocks, casting his line, like a silhouette in a black-and-white painting—quiet and solitary. His figure is enveloped by the vast sea and boundless sky, appearing so small, yet as if fused with this expanse of heaven and earth. His monologue with the sea is a tacit understanding that requires no words, a collision between time and life. His Monologue with the Sea is more than just one man’s fishing; it is an exchange between man and nature, between man and himself—a quiet reconciliation.