Before the Horizon's Call, the water lay like an infinite tapestry woven with the strands of memory and hope. A soft light covered the landscape in purple and gold before morning. But behind that calm surface, the water throbbed with a silent energy—a stirring that indicated transformation and rebirth. The promise of a new covenant started to take form currently as the crew sailed into unknown seas.
At the front, Seraphine's outline was framed by the gentle morning light. The challenges of the past—tempests that had tested their will, ancient ruins that had spoken lost knowledge, and the grave promises signed beneath starlit skies—were now carved into her very being. Her dark, memory-laden eyes searched the great distance with resolve. Every wave that crashed on the hull carried echoes of their battles; every gust of wind seemed to whisper the hope of a future built on oneness.
Rowan, do you feel it? She said softly, almost as if she were revealing a secret to the ocean.
