The Horizon's Call sailed into a vast expanse of water, seeming to hum with memories of a thousand people.
Dawn had not yet completely broken; the sky was a gentle slate and subdued gold gradient suggesting the promise of a new day concealed under the remaining shroud of darkness. The water, which had seen many hardships and victories, now sparkled with an almost ethereal quality—a resonance pulsing as if repeating a lost melody.
At the bow, Seraphine stared toward the horizon, where the sky and water blended into a hazy haze. Every line on her face spoke of promises pledged under the stars and sacrifices made for the sake of togetherness— wars waged and storms weathered. She believed it was not just another day at sea. It was the time when the pieces of their common history would come together into one loud vow—a pledge to rebuild, to fix the broken ties, and to go forth as one.
