The characters you provided translate to:
When the ferry carved through the sleeping sea, Yuanna held the compass in her palm. Dawn silvered the horizon like a soft promise. She thought of the paper boats, the lanterns, the taste of anjiao, the faces that had wished her well. The island had been quiet and fierce all at once—generous with strangers and precise with its magic. The characters you provided translate to: When the
"Yuanna Mihashi's Top Asian Happy Perspective Video Collection" (or similar terms like "ang zang" and "Corgi like Anna"). Yuanna Mihashi (三橋由奈) the taste of anjiao