Waves of Pink Noise

PROLOG
The weather was just right, with almost no clouds in the sky and only a gentle breeze whispering across the sandy shore that separated her cozy residence from the endless blue.
She just stood there, eyes closed, steadily breathing, full of pleasant anticipation, as the vague noises from far grew louder, forming an awe-inspiring crescendo of sounds, expected to climax into the meaning of everything.
She put her head back, eyes still shut, arms wide spread to welcome the onrushing salvation.
Just a split-second before the impact, she took a deep breath to then fully immerse herself into the roaring Waves of Pink Noise.