Chapter 145: The Trial (4)
When we were children, we all wanted something: to hold, to chase, to become.
Dreams came as easily as breath, and we believed the sky was within reach.
No one ever warned us how cruel the wind could be when you tried to fly.
No one told us that reaching the sky might be impossible.
Even the moon, our closest companion, remained untouched until the 1900s.
And even now, the universe remains unknowable. Not through grand epiphanies, but only through glass, through lenses,
Through microscopes that try to see what we’ve long forgotten to feel.
But Petra was the kind who burned.
"Mom, when I grow up, I’m going to be a millionaire!"
"When I grow up, I’ll stay single forever like Grandma! She’s so cool!"
"I’ll do this! I’ll do that!"