Softly over the infinite blue, early morning light floated, turning the inky blackness into a tapestry of moving colors—faded indigos and gentle lavenders giving way to the hope of a new day. Sailing slowly forward, the Horizon's Call moaned gently as if whispering old truths from her timbers.
Every face on board showed the scars of previous conflicts—lines carved by water, wind, and sorrow—but also shone with a new fire, a group will to rise again. Today, the river held the promise of transformation—a resurrection akin to the legendary phoenix, emerging from the ruins of its own depths.
At the prow, Seraphine gazed toward the horizon where one unbroken, continuous length merged water and sky.
