It was a journey both near and far.
Careless Erin just wanted to scout the way for everyone. She boldly stepped across the vortex, and for that instant, she didn't even realize that she had traveled 3700 years on this way home.
Then she arrived—first traversing the immeasurable endless star sea, then the Cosmic Border, which defied conventional spatial order. She felt like she heard a whistle, crossed a barrier, and the mass-produced puppet's limited senses conveyed little information in this process. When her tiny, cheap body finally set foot on solid ground again, she found herself standing on a deck.
This was a large ship, with a deck so spacious it resembled a plaza, classic masts towering overhead, sails hanging above like some kind of spiritual body, appearing semi-transparent—now the sails were furled, and the ship was docked somewhere.
