Today the Horizon's Call sailed into a world where the line separating the familiar from the unknown blurred into a gossamer veil. The sea had become an always shifting canvas of light and darkness.
The crew had prepared itself against storms and upheaval for weeks, but now a new phenomenon, as delicate as it was disturbing, stretched across the water like a thin curtain of midnight mist.
This place was the Veil of Shadows, where every ripple and eddy murmured lost stories, where the very air pulsed with old, inexplicable power, and where the water seemed to sparkle with secrets.
Standing at the front porch, Seraphine watched the horizon for the first traces of the Veil materializing.
