Purple Eyes (9)
As the first light of dawn filtered through the small porthole window of their cabin, Eutiquio stirred from his slumber, his limbs heavy with the weight of exhaustion. Beside him, Cresencia lay nestled in the embrace of sleep, her features softened by the gentle caress of morning light.
With a sigh, Eutiquio gently extricated himself from the tangle of sheets that bound them together, his movements careful so as not to disturb Cresencia's peaceful repose. As he rose from the bed, a sense of foreboding settled over him like a shroud, a silent reminder of the trials that awaited them beyond the safety of their sanctuary.
Stepping out onto the deck of the ship, Eutiquio was greeted by the sight of the vast expanse of ocean stretching out before him, its endless blue depths a stark contrast to the tumultuous emotions that churned within his heart. In the distance, the sun rose like a blazing beacon of hope, casting its golden light upon the world below.