Sailing into seas where the barrier between myth and reality blurred into a limitless expanse, the Horizon's Call caused the horizon to shimmer with the promise of a new age. Brushed with pastel tones of lavender and gold, the early morning sky threw a soft light over a sea that suddenly exuded expectation—a hushed, almost religious sense that something significant lay ahead.
Every ripple and every gleam of light on the water's surface appeared to speak secrets of ancient pacts, vanished civilizations, and fates entwined with the everlasting rhythm of the deep.
