As the first indications of a new day pierced the inky curtain of darkness, the Horizon's Call floated into a domain of soft mystery. Vast and full of unknown mysteries, the water sparkled with soft purple and gold tones. Every wave that brushed the hull and every gentle wind that passed over the deck spoke of beginnings—of optimism renewed after tribulations testing the very souls of people onboard. It was as if the depths itself breathed a long-awaited sigh of relief, announcing the promise of a new dawn.
At the prow, Seraphine gazed toward the horizon where the water met the light. Though now they had given way to a calm resolve, the memories of earlier suffering—the roaring storms, the echoing vows, the quiet remains of old cities—remained inscribed in her heart. In that split second, as the soft light of morning spread over the infinite blue, she believed the ocean was a real, breathing being brimming with kindness and hope, not just a natural force.
