The black metal ramp closed with a hermetic seal, isolating the sound of the forest and leaving only the soft hum of the levitation engines.
Rebeca walked beside me, her eyes wandering over the unknown alloy walls and the panels pulsing with an ethereal blue. The contrast was absolute: her, a noble dressed for a royal dinner, and the environment, a cathedral of lost technology that seemed to have been torn from an impossible future.
"Shade… this isn't just a relic," she whispered, touching a smooth surface that reacted to her touch with a pattern of light. "My family possesses lost items, but nothing… nothing compares to this. Not even the kingdom's fleets have something so… alive."
"That's because this ship isn't just metal, Rebeca. It has a soul," I replied, guiding her through the corridors that led to the main deck. "And you're the first person, besides me, to set foot in here."
