The vast sea, the blue sky.
White clouds, scattered.
A 'ship' floated in the air, two figures stood side by side at the bow.
A man and a woman.
One in white, one in black.
The man wore all white, tall and handsome, donned with a rare golden monocle from the Empire. Under the sunlight, the lens gleamed, giving the man a scholarly air, making him appear gentle and refined.
The woman, dressed in black, was tall with a uniquely enchanting allure. Her slightly curled long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, resembling a mandrake entwined by serpents, dangerous yet immensely beautiful, with a fatal allure that draws one to her like moth to flame.
At this moment, the man's attention was entirely on the woman beside him.
Even though they had been married for twenty years.
He still felt his wife was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Of course, also the best woman.
Especially when she acted a bit spoiled, it was so endearing.
