Prologue - "Altitude Zero"

The first time I met her, the wind was restless—like it had something to say but didn’t know how.

They say the island cures the heart. That its stillness heals the broken.
But I didn’t come here to heal.
I came to forget.

That day, a shadow passed me on the pier. A girl with crimson hair, walking slowly with a cane, dragging a small hand-luggage behind her.
She looked like she had just landed from another world.

And in a way… she had.

“Do you think it’s possible?,” she asked me once, “to fly even with broken wings?”

I didn’t have an answer then. I still don’t.

But I remember the way she smiled when she said it.
Like she wasn’t asking for hope. Just permission to dream.

Now the wind carries her voice to me—soft and faint, like the sound of an old propeller plane fading into the clouds.

I never believed in miracles.

Not until I watched a girl with fragile legs try to chase the sky.