The Crux drifted steadily across the midnight waters, the only sounds the occasional creak of wood and the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull. The sky stretched vast and endless, a deep shade of ink punctuated by scattered stars. Kazuha leaned against the railing, eyes half-lidded as he listened to the whispers of the wind.

"Still awake?"

He didn’t startle at your voice, merely tilting his head slightly in acknowledgment. "The sea is different at night," he murmured, letting the salty breeze ruffle his hair. "Quieter… yet filled with unspoken stories."

"Tonight, it speaks of restlessness… and of someone seeking answers they haven’t yet put into words."

His crimson eyes flickered toward you, a knowing glint hidden beneath their usual serenity. "Would I be wrong to assume it's you?"