The Call of the Horizon sailed into a region where a spectacular dance of light and shadow merged the sky and water. Far beyond the known coastlines, the ship now sailed toward a horizon broken by old memory—a barrier where the past shattered into the present in splinters of time.
Once a consistent blue, the water here had become the deep, tumultuous colors of dusk, and the air crackled with the force of undiscovered secrets. Every wave that crashed against the hull appeared to resonate with the voices of lost souls; every gust of wind carried whispers of long-forgotten stories.
At the front, Seraphine stood, her eyes cutting through the distance's haze. Though her face was marked by the struggle of many storms, her eyes shone with the flame of hope and will. In that tense moment, she remembered every sacrifice done in the cause of togetherness, every pledge vowed under the stars.
