The Call of the Horizon kept pushing on over oceans that seemed to sparkle with the little hope of renewal and regeneration. In the early light of a new day, the water began to move in front of the crew's eyes, who had gathered. They seemed to have been awakened by a heavenly call.
They changed into brilliant hues of teal and emerald as the hazy blues became stronger, and the water's surface seemed to glimmer as if lit by an unseen fire. Every wave that ran beneath the hull carried the echoes of ancient heritage; every gust of wind revealed the mysteries of past ages. The crew would set off today on a trip into a realm where the past, the present, and the future all converged. The present was a time intended to permanently affect the history of their shared trip.
