As dawn broke over the distant mountains, the trio found themselves at the edge of an ancient shoreline, where the land met the Endless Sea. The vast, blue expanse stretched out before them, its waves gently rolling in, whispering secrets as they lapped against the rugged cliffs. A cool, salty breeze brushed against their faces, carrying with it a hint of something ancient and unseen. They had journeyed for weeks, chasing rumors and traces left by those who had once walked this path. Now, standing at the edge of the world as they knew it, they sensed they were on the brink of something significant.
"Do you think it's true?" Mara asked, her gaze fixed on the horizon, where the sea seemed to blend seamlessly into the sky.
"About the lost island?" Calem responded, shielding his eyes from the glare of the morning sun. "I think it's as real as any myth. Which means there's probably some truth to it—and a lot of danger."