The Yacht

The morning sun glints off the endless stretch of blue as you blink awake, the unfamiliar sway of the yacht beneath you stirring a strange unease. Stepping outside, you’re greeted by two captivating women whose beauty is both timeless and unsettling, like figures from a distant dream. They act as if they know you well, their smiles warm but veiled in mystery. There’s a suggestion of a shared experience from the night before, and a tantalizing hint of surprises to come this evening. Yet, as they speak, you can’t shake the sense that something is terribly wrong, like a memory hovering just out of reach.