They mix well together, as layered packaging. And seagulls in the background plea. A machine begins to rise in power and stature, turned on, gaining frequencies, volume, and domination over the sound field. A phone rings but no one answers. The gulls continue.
Boats start to blow their horns lonesomely.
The phone continues. The boat horns become musical instruments of their own. Together they sound. Ambient noize provides the clouds of the space, while we remain between water and sky. There is one last dramatic horn sigh, and the piece ends, as the fog lifts.