The Ocean of Deep Black
Why must night come...
Yet again these words slip from Cecile's lips.
Cecile's shadow prowls in the deep winter moonlight, severely drunk, as if he's trying to forget himself completely.
What calls the wind that fills these sails? Is it a storm? Or is it war?
On this voyage where even the course is undecided, who is following who?
Heading for the Ocean of Deep Black, a place that would daunt even the devil himself.