October 1495. Castile, Guadalquivir Rivermouth, Seville Port.
In late autumn, Seville, the rainy season is imminent but has not yet arrived. The sky is broad and clear, yet the horizon is blurred like a dream. The ocean's color shifts from deep blue to pale, resembling a new sheepskin scroll yet to be inscribed. The rising tides quietly surge, carrying the stickiness of grape skins and the salty fragrance of seaweed. From the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, as they gradually enter the mouth of the Guadalquivir River, tall masts can be seen lined up, all anchored at the stone pier near the port.
