As the night deepened around them, they remained on deck, planning their future in whispered conversations that felt like promises. They spoke of a London townhouse with space for her music and his art, of concerts where he would paint while she played, of quiet mornings and adventurous travels.
When dawn finally broke over the horizon, painting the sea in shades of gold and rose, they watched it together, two people who had found in each other not just love, but the courage to become who they were meant to be.
The Crystal Voice caught the first light of day, its transparent body seeming to capture the sunrise itself. Like the instrument, their love had become something visible yet ethereal, strong yet delicate, a perfect fusion of art and substance.
As the ship began its final approach
