How many days and nights has it been since they set out? Froki couldn't quite remember; he just stared blankly at the distant rising day, feeling the warm sunlight illuminate his figure into a gray-white silhouette.
"Why are you so eager?"
A faint auditory hallucination echoed in his ears, as though a woman were inquiring about something.
"What's on the other side of the ocean that is so important? In the end, it's just another boring sea, isn't it? Why bother devoting your whole life to it?"
The woman gently caressed Froki's face, trying to smooth out his furrowed brow, but no matter how hard she tried, Froki still maintained a stern expression, and these wrinkles seemed carved onto his face like scars.
Froki moved forward with difficulty, seeing Lorenzo and the Plague Doctor before him, a rope connecting them to ensure they remained within each other's sight.
His skin began to crack, while the woman's soft murmur kept echoing beside his ear.
