In a coastal city west of Castro, a girl stands at the port, watching the sailing ships loaded with goods. While she is lost in thought, a wind blows, ruffling her golden hair, waking her from her distraction. She clenches her fists as she looks at the horizon, "The time has come. We will finally meet." She turns to the men carrying the goods, then says in a voice: "I will be gone for a while, take care of the ships until I return," they replied in one breath, "Understood."
Then she walked towards the carriage, lowered the curtains, and closed her eyes.