Back to heaven

To Elara, the weathered fisherman whose calloused hands
held the warmth of a thousand sunrises and whose quiet
strength nurtured a young eagle's spirit. Her stories,
whispered on the wind and etched into the very fabric of
Mihos, were the first songs of my soul. This tale, born from
the heart of a city cradled by the sea, is a testament to her
enduring spirit, her unwavering faith in the face of
uncertainty, and the profound love that bloomed amidst the
salt spray and the whispers of the tides. It is a tribute to the
countless others like her, whose lives, though seemingly
insignificant in the grand tapestry of the world, are woven
with threads of resilience, compassion, and an unwavering
belief in the power of hope. Their quiet courage, often
unseen and unsung, is the foundation upon which great
stories are built.