「Four hundred years ago, the New World.」
Under the gloomy sky dome, a dim light fell through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the churning grey waves in front of the rocks.
Numerous sharp rocks jutted haphazardly from the coast towards the sky, edged like blades, relentlessly slicing the rushing waves. Amongst the broken waves, bent rails surfaced alongside charred sails, and countless shattered debris washed onto the shore, half-buried in the gravel. Much more was taken away again by the waves, disappearing into the deep sea.
