The Horizon's Call glided across the ocean, akin to a silver arrow launched from the bow of destiny. Again, the water had altered. It was a living mosaic of sparkling turquoise and deep blue, with the sounds of ancient tales and the optimism of new beginnings all around it.
Every gentle rise and fall of the river appeared to be the pulse of a planet that existed in both memories and dreams. Everyone on board felt the weight and wonder of the journey they had all done together as the ship drifted close to the Final Horizon.
The warm light of morning illuminated Seraphine's physique as she stood at the front of the ship. Her eyes, tired from storms and full of unspoken longing, peered out across the huge area in front of her.
Each scar on her face told a narrative of battles fought deep in the water, of sacrifices made in secret, and of moments when they were together when the world seemed to be falling apart.
