"Sailing and Sewing" by Sophie Carbone
The Gray Honor walked up the satin plank, as if the world were not made of cloth. The air is billowy cotton, weighing down this polka-dotted sea. The crushed velvet sides of the ship teeter, on the hem of the ocean. The sky is lined with crimson, as the clouds are ripped from their seams.
Honor dives and Redemption cries, as they are lost to their own fabricated world.