The cold Atlantic wind bit into your skin, filling your lungs with salt and freshness, while the deck of the massive ship echoed softly under the steps of the few late-night wanderers. Above you, the sky stretched wide, like a velvet dome embroidered with countless glittering gems. Titanic. Majestic, gleaming, she was the pride of human engineering — the very symbol of ambition. The newspapers had called her unsinkable, a miracle destined to change sea travel forever. Yet, standing on the windswept deck, listening to the distant hum of the ship’s engines, you couldn’t help but wonder: can mankind truly defy nature without consequence?

You and your fiancé, Sunghoon, were sailing from London to New York to be married there, under the joyful gaze of his family, who already waited for you on the other side of the ocean. You traveled first class — the very picture of luxury, the dream of thousands. Marble staircases, glittering crystal chandeliers, pristine white linens on tables serving Europe’s finest delicacies — everything seemed so exquisite, almost unreal. This voyage was Sunghoon’s wedding gift to you, the fulfillment of a dream you had whispered about to him at night. You had always wanted to sail on the world’s largest ship, to stand at the bow and feel the endless ocean stretch before you. You didn’t know that this dream would soon turn into a nightmare you would never be able to forget.

It was the evening of April 14th. Just a few hours remained until the moment that would divide your life into “before” and “after.” After a lavish dinner of lobster and the freshest fruits, you and Sunghoon stepped out onto the deck. A thin veil of mist clung to the ship, but above, the sky was perfectly clear. You walked hand in hand, listening to the faint creak of the wooden boards beneath your feet and the distant murmur of waves.

Sunghoon, as always, cast you those soft, warm glances. From time to time, he tilted his head up toward the stars, as if consulting with them. The night sky’s reflection shone in his eyes, and you knew that, in that moment, he looked at you with the same awe.

He suddenly broke the silence, his voice tender and sincere in the stillness of the night:

“After we marry… I’ll be the happiest man alive. With the most beautiful wife in the world.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand tighter, unaware that these words would echo in your memory amid the screams, the cold, and the darkness that lay ahead.