It seemed as if the Horizon's Call broke through a barrier that had kept it from reaching its full potential for a long time. At first, the water surrounding the ship changed slowly, with a soft ripple in the deep blue that hinted at change.
Then, slowly, it turned into a living tapestry of bright colors. The morning's hand painted the sea, blending the deep indigo of old memories with flashes of turquoise and gold.
The sky above, which had been a dull gray for a long time, suddenly opened up with the gentle promise of early light, striped with lavender and apricot.
It was a moment that held the weight of many storms and tragedies, but it also sparkled with the possibility of renewal—a promise that the past doesn't have to determine the future.
Seraphine stood at the front of the ship, her shape a steady symbol against the changing horizon.
