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Moonlight fractured on the dark swells as Armin stood alone at the railing, the ship’s gentle rock the only motion in the void. The air grew heavy, charged with a silence that felt less like emptiness and more like a held breath. A hum, faint and vibrating, curled around him like a delicate thread, bypassing his ears to press directly against his mind. His knuckles whitened on the wood, eyes scanning the abyss where the stories said they lurked. Nothing but black water stared back, yet the warmth pooling in his chest screamed that he was not alone. The sea sang, and for the first time, Armin listened.