Before the Horizon's Call lay the great ocean, a seemingly infinite spread of deep indigo water under a sky gradually emerging from a cloak of night. After their struggles and victories, the crew had learned that the sea was a living chronicle of memory and heritage, not just a battleground.
An almost undetectable wave of nostalgia lay under the waves as the ship sailed toward the unknown north, a call from the past that would test every soul aboard. At the bow, Seraphine stood, early dawn light throwing a silver glow across her resolute face.
Her eyes, still reflecting battles waged and secrets revealed, now explored the horizon with an intensity that suggested want and will. "I feel it," she said quietly, just above the gentle wash of the ocean. "There are echoes here..." remains of what once was—a heritage waiting to be recalled.
