There is a line on the horizon.
I've seen it.
It's that moment when the terminator rushes around the curve of the ever spinning Earth, when the sun vanishes behind our rocky sphere for another night. The light reflects across the ocean and through the thick atmosphere, smearing across the horizon in a band wider than the familiar bright solar disk. Set has defeated Apophis, and The Boat Of Millions Of Years sails on.
Big Sur, California