Majesty from Above: The Port of Legends

From high above, the Port of Legends sprawls below a sweeping vista of ships moored in dark waters, a vintage train curling like a serpent along the docks, its smoke mingling with the sea mist. A stoic sea captain stands on the platform, coat fluttering in the breeze, as a few odd and poor souls linger in the shadows of the dim, unlit city. Above them all, through the heavy clouds, a faint figure of Christ emerges in the mist, arms open, as the faint suggestion of God’s hand reaches down, touching sea and sky alike. The scene glows with quiet reverence, where the divine brushes against the grit of earth.