wintersday | For now, your journey continues.

Your course turned strange in the night, and now the lights of an unknown port shine on the water from towers of pearl and dripping amber. You give the order to make landfall. You’ll learn what waits you there, take on supplies, and maybe, if you’re lucky, you’ll find a map that won’t lead you wrong. You’ll need one, you think. A decision has been growing in you, from seeds a vision planted, but you don’t know yet what it will be.

Perhaps you’ll chase the last horizon. Perhaps you’ll turn your prow towards home.