Sylo opens the tarnished door of Maya's room. Her door made that familiar rotten creak when he entered. The sifting daylight from the tattered white curtains gave the small room a melancholy appearance. He walks to the curtains across the room and begins to sneeze from the lingering dust in the air. Struggling for air, he pushes the window open to shine whatever daylight he could get from the city. Thanks to the large buildings across the street, the sunlight made little progress to the room, but it was bright enough to see all the dust resting on the pieces of furniture. A glint came across his right eye. He turns to see a metal pict
This was the day the sky began to cry, when my life had turned completely inverted, when the sky became my soil and the earth became my clouds. I will never forget the day my parents and I returned from our trip to find nothing to return to. We flew across the Pacific in one of my father's masterpieces a small plane that could carry a dozen people around the world in one trip. He told me how it worked while mentioning what little fuel it needed with the help of energy from the sun. The world saw him as Vincent Dae, the brilliant chief engineer and designer of aircrafts for a global corporation. A man who created things tha