The Grim Reaper

Some cross the sea in search of distant shores. Others find only their final voyage. Beneath a sky painted in impossible colors, the ship continues onward, as though its crew refuses to believe in the silent presence already waiting at the bow. The Reaper does not threaten. It simply accompanies. It keeps watch, motionless, while the waves carry away the last traces of daylight. Thus, the sea becomes a threshold. Between what has been and what is yet to come. And somewhere beyond that endless horizon, another story begins.