The melody fades as the first twinkling of stars started to make themselves known, a hand is raised - measuring the distance of that first evening star from the horizon, his short cloak being picked up by the wind.
Spring wasn't too far, he thought as he tried to make sense of the strange constellations, made of stars he that he could only observe from a great distance instead of skating by.
As he closed his hand as if grabbing for the evening star someone called out to Harlock - causing the man to turn around, heading back below deck, giving a brief glance back to the horizon.
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Date: 2025-02-26 01:47 am (UTC)Spring wasn't too far, he thought as he tried to make sense of the strange constellations, made of stars he that he could only observe from a great distance instead of skating by.
As he closed his hand as if grabbing for the evening star someone called out to Harlock - causing the man to turn around, heading back below deck, giving a brief glance back to the horizon.