Long ago, there was a falcon that soared freely across the endless blue sky.
The southern winds lifted the wings of all flying creatures, yet none in that vast expanse could rival its speed.
It was born among the snowy northern peaks, where icy gales pierced through jagged summits and clouds drifted lazily like they were asleep.
From the very first moment it spread its wings and took flight, a strange, profound sensation stirred within its heart—a feeling unlike any other, one that made it fall in love with the skies.
As time passed, this simple creature with its simple thoughts began to harbor a powerful obsession:
Fly—higher, farther, forever. Never land. Never stop. Remain in the sky for all eternity.
And so it flew.
Whenever exhaustion overcame it, it would fall—crash into the ground, wings battered and bruised.
Each fall left behind new wounds, deeper than the last.
But it never stopped.
