The Horizon's Call sailed into a world where the very air appeared to thrum with endless possibilities—a place where the barrier between myth and truth dissolved into the gentle, mysterious light of dawn.
Forever changing, the water now seemed like an unending stretch of dark blue and green dotted with lights dancing across its surface like dispersed dreams. Every person on board the ship could sense fate moving in the depths as the past's weight combined with the hope of a fresh start in this enigmatic realm.
Gazing out onto the limitless horizon, Seraphine stood at the prow with the wind pulling at her black hair.
Every scar on her face told a narrative of fights waged and lost, of stormy nights and desperate pledges sworn beneath star-swept sky. But her eyes sparkled with a strong will as the first gentle colors of dawn started to cut the night.
