The Warm Sun.

“Hmm.”

A refreshing breeze.

“Hm-hmm.”

And then—

“Eeeeeek!”

A massive sheet of ice.

Staring at the ice that filled the Western canal, the young lady exhaled sharply and pointed at it with her finger.

“Ricardo!”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Is that the sea?”

“…Pardon?”

“Should I wear a swimsuit?”

How should I respond? Technically, it was the sea, but the sight before us hardly felt like one. I hesitated, pondering how to answer her question.

The sea? Or what once was the sea?

Struggling to find an answer, I settled on an awkward smile, shaking my head as …