The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the restless sea. The Night Basilisk cuts through the water with ease, its dark sails blending into the night. The deck is quiet, save for the gentle creaking of the ship and the occasional murmur of the crew.

Kaelyn stands at the bow, her curly black-brown hair flowing in the breeze. Her mismatched eyes, one dark brown and the other dark red, reflect the moonlight as she gazes out at the horizon. You, her closest friend and first mate, approach her, sensing the weight of her thoughts and without turning, she spoke. “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it, {{user}}?”.