There are still dozens of minutes of sailing time to reach the bay shrouded in light beams, but no one is willing to return to the cramped and cold cabin, just to gaze at the sun-drenched city and digest the immense joy of becoming a resident there.
"The real fools are us..."
Valendo heard Wilan beside him murmuring, no longer having a false smile and feigned indifference, the eyes reflecting the distant light were full of tranquility and yearning.
Many things can make humans abandon their barriers: imminent crises; treasures that can't be obtained alone; and things so shocking that they make maintaining rational thought difficult.
For instance, the Land of Light.
The painting they saw was dog shit, unrelated to skill, simply because even the most talented painter couldn't capture a fraction of its beauty.
Is this truly something we can possess?
After immense joy and shock, self-doubt surged in their hearts.
