Sailing into a realm that seemed beyond the boundaries of conventional time, the Horizon's Call reached a great expanse where the sky, heavy with low, brooding clouds, seemed to whisper forgotten truths, and the water deepened to an almost boundless blue.
Every surface ripple in this mysterious domain and every wave crest reflected the echoes of ancient promises and the unrelenting desire for oneness. A mosaic of souls connected by grief and hope, the crew believed they were about to cross a threshold—a passage from the traumas of the past to a future enhanced by the light of collective resilience.
Seraphine's shape cut at the front against the dim light of the somber morning. The cold, salt-laden breeze brushed her cheeks, reminding her of stormy nights and quiet, reflective mornings spent in the proximity of shared promises.
