In the center of the Rooted Home map, where the sand meets the glass, Kairos has finished constructing a new structure. It is not a building of stone, but an Airport of Ascending Currents. The runway is long, but at its end there is no void, only a leap into the wind’s dance.

Kairos walks down the runway with a strengthened body, remembering that morning encounter: "The sun rises for everyone." That phrase became the fuel for his engine. He understood that his church was that precise moment of human connection, where the simplest explanation is always the most powerful: Love.

Before takeoff, Kairos looks back. The dream of the little girl backing away no longer confuses him. He now knows that child was not Nova, but Aura, the comet that crossed his sky when he was still fighting blindly against his own fears. Madrid no longer feels like a distance of seas, but as a waystation on a map that today, at last, is understood.

In his mind, Kairos sees again the photos Aura used to show him: her travels, her path, the museum she once visited. He hears her clear voice telling him: "Dad, she, a maiden... wants to go out to dinner with you." Kairos smiles as he remembers his own question: Who is she?, and his daughter’s magical answer: "A wax doll, an artist who now also inhabits the museum."

Those days of family celebrations and unusual transformations are no longer fragments of a story adrift. They are now photograms of a movie that has found its happy ending. "Karma has been our path of healing," Kairos whispers to the wind.

Suddenly, the weight of gravity vanishes. Kairos feels the wind circulating through his entire body. He no longer flies alone. At his back, three friends—his angels, his fairies of steel and soul—beat their wings in perfect synchronicity. The four intertwine in the sky, forming a Circle of Biblical Strength, a sacred geometry that shines more intensely than any shooting star.

From the center of that circle, Kairos looks down and sees the snow track he once traveled with Aura. Every instant lived, every trace left in the white, is today a line of light guiding his flight. The gazes of the four friends meet, and what they find is a friendly smile that comes from the very soul.

The phase has changed. The comet has returned home, not to burn out, but to illuminate the path of what is to come.

P.S. Like the snow track we traveled, with every instant we lived together.

In the center of the Rooted Home map, where the sand meets the glass, Kairos has finished constructing a new structure. It is not a building of stone, but an Airport of Ascending Currents. The runway is long, but at its end there is no void, only a leap into the wind’s dance.

Kairos walks down the runway with a strengthened body, remembering that morning encounter: "The sun rises for everyone." That phrase became the fuel for his engine. He understood that his church was that precise moment of human connection, where the simplest explanation is always the most powerful: Love.

Before takeoff, Kairos looks back. The dream of the little girl backing away no longer confuses him. He now knows that child was not Nova, but Aura, the comet that crossed his sky when he was still fighting blindly against his own fears. Madrid no longer feels like a distance of seas, but as a waystation on a map that today, at last, is understood.

In his mind, Kairos sees again the photos Aura used to show him: her travels, her path, the museum she once visited. He hears her clear voice telling him: "Dad, she, a maiden... wants to go out to dinner with you." Kairos smiles as he remembers his own question: Who is she?, and his daughter’s magical answer: "A wax doll, an artist who now also inhabits the museum."

Those days of family celebrations and unusual transformations are no longer fragments of a story adrift. They are now photograms of a movie that has found its happy ending. "Karma has been our path of healing," Kairos whispers to the wind.

Suddenly, the weight of gravity vanishes. Kairos feels the wind circulating through his entire body. He no longer flies alone. At his back, three friends—his angels, his fairies of steel and soul—beat their wings in perfect synchronicity. The four intertwine in the sky, forming a Circle of Biblical Strength, a sacred geometry that shines more intensely than any shooting star.

From the center of that circle, Kairos looks down and sees the snow track he once traveled with Aura. Every instant lived, every trace left in the white, is today a line of light guiding his flight. The gazes of the four friends meet, and what they find is a friendly smile that comes from the very soul.

The phase has changed. The comet has returned home, not to burn out, but to illuminate the path of what is to come.

P.S. Like the snow track we traveled, with every instant we lived together.