A night draped in deep, dark velvet. The vast ocean stretched endlessly, its surface trembling under the moon's pale watch. That moon—patched and worn—hung low on the horizon, casting a ghostly glow across the restless waters. Silent clouds roamed lazily, carrying with them a cold breath that swept over the waves.
Above, the stars burned like silver embers scattered across the sky, and streaks of galaxy light painted the heavens in inked swirls of blue and violet.
Through that chill wind came a ship unlike any other. Its hull was carved entirely from translucent ice—blue and pink, like frozen light, glowing dimly from within as if it were alive. It was a giant, silent predator, cutting through the waves with unnatural grace.
Its flag swayed high, stitched with the image of a gun and a bull. Beneath it, bold letters screamed a single name:
LITOS.
