As Archer settled onto the balcony, a sense of peace enveloped him. The gentle sway of the ship beneath him added a soothing rhythm to the stillness of the night. Leaning back on the comfortable chair, he gazed at the constellations above that dotted the cosmic expanse.
The star's brilliance was unmatched by any earthly light he had ever seen, casting a soft glow over the deck. As he watched, a shooting star streaked across the sky, its trail a fleeting arc of luminescence.
His breath caught in his throat as he followed its path, a silent witness to the heavenly dance unfolding before him. One shooting star became two, then three, painting the night with a symphony of light and motion.
As Archer teetered on the verge of slumber, he noticed the ship gradually dimming as the sailors settled down. He soon fell asleep while curling up on the comfortable sofa. The following morning, he was awakened by a loud explosion, which caused him to jump up.
