Riley stood at the edge of the grand wooden ship, his hands resting lightly on the polished railing. His clear, vacant eyes reflected the endless stretch of blue before him, an infinite horizon with no land in sight. The wind tousled his white hair, his clothes shifting gently with the breeze. It was peaceful.
Almost too peaceful.
His gaze drifted downward, watching as the wooden deck creaked beneath him. The ship was massive, built for traversing vast oceans. And yet—
There was no ocean.
Only sky.
Clouds rolled lazily beneath them, thick and soft like waves frozen in time. The ship didn't sail across water—it cut through the heavens themselves.
Riley slowly turned his head.
Behind him, stretching as far as the eye could see, a fleet of airborne ships followed in perfect formation. Some were smaller, sleek and nimble, while others loomed large, adorned with banners that snapped in the wind. It was a sight beyond imagination, both majestic and surreal.
A fleet of flying ships.
