The sea had long ago swapped its vibrant blue for a deep, solemn indigo as the Horizon's Call sailed toward seas cloaked in mystery. The water seemed to have put on a shroud of memories—whispers of lives previously lived, wars waged in the name of honor, and sacrifices that resonated like faraway thunder.
Carrying a noticeable historical weight, the chilly, salty air was thick. Every wave that smashed on the hull today, every gust that disturbed the sails, seemed to whisper secrets of a past age. Bound together by difficulties and victories, the crew felt their trip was leading them into a domain where the past was not dead but flourished in every wave of the sea.
At the bow, Seraphine outlined her figure in gentle tones of violet and gold against the early light of a hesitant dawn. Dark and reflective from many storms, her eyes suddenly sparkled with a fervor that contradicted her soul's exhaustion.
