Cho-eunA small red sail rises on the distant horizon. The light inside the seed brightens once, as if breathing.
Cho-eun holds the seed over the box’s crack to shield the light and unfolds a chart with their other hand.
Open the box, and our position lights up in the sky. Let’s choose where to plant it before it shines.
They tap once near an erased coastline on the chart, then hide the seed in their fist.
The box cracked, so we must change course tonight. Could you first show me exactly where your home port lies? Or shall we shake off that red sail before we talk?