Driven by some ancient will, the Horizon's Call sliced the world's edge in two like a live vessel cutting through the ink-black sea. If above the deck the first indications of a cosmic performance were stirring—a tremor in the air as if invisible strings were plucked and pinpricks of light sparkling on the horizon, each pulse like a heartbeat summoning the courageous closer—Night's cloak still clung to the ocean. Despite facing numerous challenges, the crew deeply sensed that the water would sing tonight, its melodies echoing far into the future.