Lily put down her book, pulled open the curtain, and looked outside through the round porthole.
It was still pitch-black outside, just like that day.
Only this time, there were no glowing jellyfish in the sea to provide light, and no one knew what might be hidden in the darkness. Maybe there was nothing, or maybe there was something else.
Lily closed her storybook, pushed open the door, and headed toward the cockpit. As she moved, the faintly glowing tips of her hair swayed gently behind her slender waist.
Exploring unknown waters, no one knew if they would encounter a God. No one wanted to die. The atmosphere on board was suffocatingly tense, and everyone was cautious. The closer they got to their destination, the lower the temperature dropped. Everyone bundled up in every layer of clothing they had.
Lily watched them huddle, pulling their necks into their collars as white breath puffed from their mouths, yet she felt nothing at all.
