The Horizon's Call Above was driven into uncharted seas by the very pulse of the ancient heart of the ocean, and thick clouds roiled; over the far horizon, a gentle, electric light appeared—a promise of rebirth riding on the wave's crest.
For weeks, the team had seen storms and sadness, tempests that raged, and ruins that spoke of lost legacies. Every passenger on board felt the stirring of fate and the need to fix what had been shattered as the ship sailed into a domain where past and future clashed.
At the front, Seraphine gazed along the changing line where sky and water met to create a glistening illusion. Her face was both determined and gentle, marred by the struggles of many storms.
The great optimism that had driven them through the darkest hours mixed with memories of lost friends and broken dreams. Softly, almost lost in the wave rhythm, she said, "We have traveled far; now the ocean requests us to mend.
