Having passed those black "islands" that crowded the surrounding waters, Homeloss and Brilliant Starship gradually drew closer to the "central main island," constructed from piled-up dark stones, resembling a sort of man-made colossal structure.
A thin mist around the two ships flowed slowly like a living thing, drifting over the nearby sea surface. The light breeze that blew through the fog seemed to carry with it a faint, whispering murmur and overlapping, dream-like chatter.
Fenna stood at the edge of the deck, staring at the Island of Black Stone that was growing larger in her sight, her hands unconsciously tightening their grip. The soft sound of waves, at some point, echoed in her mind. In a trance, she felt as if she had returned to many years before, to the moment she first heard the sound of those waves—in the cathedral's chapel, before the holy icon of the goddess, having just completed her baptism, when that soft voice swept into her heart like a sea breeze:
