Hundreds of kilometers above a mysterious island shrouded in fog and surrounded by a storm, two figures, one small and the other immense, each watched with different expressions the events taking place.
The small figure, whose pink wings wrapped around her waist, watched with a satisfied smile and an expression of interest, while his intention was fixed on the sources of the concept from which it had been born. The hearts that lived in her eyes beat rhythmically, while her gaze counted the pink threads that only she could see in each of the people who entered her field of vision, clearly looking for someone.
