Horizon-bound she was in a haze that spoke only to the stars, of prophecies lost to earthly minds.
Wind kissed the sails, like whispers from galaxies yet unvisited, urging the Great Vessel into the void.
Captain Lira's map sprawled uncharted, inked in waves of forgotten knowledge, guiding with intuition, not sight.
Among nebulae clouds, a constellation of lies drifted, mirages of old tales weaving around the stars.
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