In the place where Sea Song once set sail, the docking pier remained vacant—only the ship that had returned in the erroneous time window of 1675 could never come back to this place again.
"I remember this place too..."
The sailor muttered, looking in the direction of the wharf illuminated by the high-powered lights. The docks extending from the mobile harbor were like the outstretched limbs of a colossal beast, each one pointing towards the infinite curtain of night far in the distance. In this place far from the lights of civilization, it seemed that once one left those illuminated wharfs, they would forever dissolve into the darkness outside—embarking towards that dense and dark fog was indeed a feat requiring much courage.
