On the vast Pacific Ocean,
under the bright moonlight,
the night was calm.
Stars twinkled,
and the sound of the waves was still.
A woman stood upon the sea.
Indifferently,
she gazed at the sky-
at the moon, at the stars...
She seemed to belong to the ocean, standing upon the waves without resistance,
simply existing there.
Only the silver moonlight shattering at her feet revealed her presence-
a breathtaking sight, undisturbed by even a single ripple.
Her gaze, lifted toward the sky,
was indifferent, yet profound.
Her face, bathed in the round moonlight and the night sky studded with billions of stars,
shone with an unreal beauty,
as if the brightest fragment of the night sky had descended and taken form.
Her skin, imbued with moonlight, was pale yet transparent,
and its contours were so exquisite and pure
they seemed beyond what could be believed of a human.
Her figure possessed
a perfection that only beings of myth could hold.
Her silhouette, revealed starkly even in the darkness,
was elegant without any excess,
and the long, flowing lines were like the very providence of nature.
What particularly captivated the gaze was her breathtakingly slender waist.
Drawing a mystical curve as if to enchant the soul,
the lines of her body extending above and below it
boasted a precarious yet perfect balance.
She was a being that could not be described merely as 'slim.'
Like a living work of art, every line seemed intentional and beautiful,
and in every step, though the stillness of the night sea seemed broken,
a deep elegance rippled forth.
The lines of her body revealed beneath her fluttering clothes
radiated both intense vitality and noble dignity.
Every being who witnessed her lost their reason
and had their gaze stolen by her.
Hearts stopped, breath caught, and in the ecstasy that felt like suffocation,
they were seized by the illusion that only she, the night sea,
and the sky existed in the world.
Her beauty went
beyond simple visual sensation;
it was a shock that shook the very soul, and an object of worship.
She was a living myth, rewriting the very definition of beauty-
a living legend.
'Leisa.'
Just recalling her name was enough to paralyze all reason,
to make one long to see her form even once.
Walking upon the night sea, she was the universe's ultimate masterpiece-
the very manifestation of beauty itself.
The stillness of the night sea was deep and heavy.
Only the sound of shattering fragments of moonlight moved upon it.
Within that silence,
a subtle vibration, born from a great distance, began to travel across the sea surface.
At first, it was closer to a feeling than a sound-
a heavy, low rumble, as if welling up from the depths of the sea,
or like the heartbeat of the earth.
As time passed,
that rumble gradually began to take shape.
Like a giant living creature breathing,
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a regular yet slow,
deep bass hum was carried on the night air.
It was not the sound of nature.
Distinctly different from nature's rhythm,
it was mechanical and artificial,
yet of overwhelming scale.
Though the ship's form was still hidden in the darkness,
the sound alone allowed one to infer the immense size and weight of the approaching entity.
It was like the beating of a colossal heart of countless steel and power,
and also like a heavy breath cutting through the sea as it advanced.
Like a leviathan slowly surfacing from the deep abyss,
the sound spread, tearing a colossal rift in the stillness of the night sea.
Fundamentally different from the sounds of waves or wind,
it was the largest and heaviest sound forged by humanity on Earth.
It was the powerful, indifferent presence of human civilization,
abruptly intruding upon the natural beauty and solitude of the night sea.
The sound of the approaching aircraft carrier was more than just a sound;
it seemed to symbolize the overwhelming weight and force of reality,
a stark contrast to her unreal presence walking upon the sea.
Hearing, or perhaps feeling, that sound,
she continued to gaze indifferently at the moon and stars.
"What... what is that...
What??"
"Is that... that???"
"..... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH ~~~~"
Two Master-at-Arms teams patrolling the deck screamed...
"WAAAAAAAAAAAGH ~~ What IS that!!"
Now, two of them screamed at once.
The sound was so immense that other Master-at-Arms teams on deck, startled,
came rushing over, demanding "What?!"
Even Master-at-Arms teams in the nearby hangar looked towards the source of the sound,
and in the control room, upon hearing it, they spun the CCTV cameras, scanning all directions.
"Agh!
Waaagh! What is that?! ~~~"
Screams erupted from here and there.
Some aimed loaded guns,
but couldn't bring themselves
to pull the trigger.
Leisa raised her head and gazed indifferently at the aircraft carrier's deck.
On the deck, a sense of frantic activity and commotion was palpable because of Leisa....
Then
she began to rise.
Leisa's body ascended.
After circling the fast-moving aircraft carrier once,
she slowly descended onto its deck....
"Hah..."
"Huk..."
"Uh...." The deck crew were all breathless.
Leisa,
as if shedding all weight,
defying the very law of gravity,
descended like a fragment of moonlight, landing lightly.
Lightly.
Silently.
Without even the faintest sound, Leisa's feet met the hard steel deck.
And in that instant.
Suddenly,
impossibly, all sound ceased.
On the deck, which had been a scene of pandemonium just moments before,
only a profound silence reigned.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes,
hundreds of breaths, froze in unison.
"Hah... Huk... Uh...."
Only suppressed groans and gasps, as if breath was choked off, faintly escaped.
No one could blink, swallow, or even move a single finger....
The arms of the soldiers who had been aiming guns just moments before remained frozen,
still holding their weapons.
The being standing before them was unreality itself-
a scene from living myth,
descended upon the gritty reality of the rough steel deck.
Her figure, imbued with moonlight,
was breathtakingly perfect,
and every delicate line seemed crafted
by the universe's most beautiful rules.
A beauty too pure
and noble for the human gaze to fully comprehend.
All reason was paralyzed.
Fear,
battle readiness,
confusion-all
evaporated.
What remained was only
overwhelming wonder and,
an ecstasy that felt as if their souls were stolen.
They completely forgot
that the being before them was a dangerous intruder.
They could only stare.
Fixing their gaze
on that inscrutable and ultimate beauty,
it was impossible to do anything
other than lose themselves in its presence.
As if their brains,
unable to process such beauty,
had simply shut down,
the crew stood
blankly,
as if their minds had fled,... standing
there.
Mouths were agape,
and eyes, unfocused,
were fixed on Leisa.
All sounds of the world,
all sensations were blocked;
only her figure standing on the deck
seemed to become the entirety of the universe.
Leisa, who had descended onto the hard steel deck,
was a living miracle that had abruptly appeared
in the very heart of this colossal vessel of civilization-the aircraft carrier.
And every crew member who stood before that miracle,
forgetting their existence as mere humans,
became but
worshipers of that beauty,
standing
unable to even properly
draw breath. Their
souls seemed to have already departed their bodies,
laid bare at her feet.
Leisa turned and surveyed
the aircraft carrier deck.
The bridge,
and the several fighter jets on the deck, including the F-35s....
Then,
raising her head to glance at the sky,
she began to ascend
once more.
Lightly, as if gravity had lost its hold,
she ascended into the sky...
Into the sky,
into the moonlight,
into the starlight... she faded away......
On the aircraft carrier deck,
in the bridge control room,
and within the hangar,
every crew member remained,
staring blankly at the sky with vacant expressions,
staring at the sky where Leisa had faded.
Only the aircraft carrier continued its swift course towards its operational area.