The Horizon's Call sliced overseas, vibrating with the cold of ancient memories and the hope of a new dawn. The air was filled with salt and saltwater, evoking ancient stories as if the ocean itself was whispering secrets into the wind.
Steadily, the ship drifted toward a region where truth and myth blurred—a kingdom where every scream of the seagull, every gust of wind, and every ripple whispered of destiny yet unfulfilled.
At the bow, Seraphine stared toward the horizon where the gloomy depths met the faint light of an impending dawn. Lined with scars from both physical and mental storms, her face radiated a calm, strong will. In her eyes danced the memories of lost friends and the fire of wars won for the sake of togetherness. She thought it was not just another day at sea; it was the day the past would finally lift, and a new chapter of hope would be inscribed on the infinite canvas of the deep.
