𝕮hapter 1

In a foreign land, far far away, there was a pretty, young woman called Mirella. She had a unique gift; she could feel the wind's direction. She could feel the gentle breeze on her skin and the storming anger of the wind that flew in and out of a window. It was not about the strength of the wind, no. She could feel the slightest current in her skin, as if the wind was embracing her in its arms, like a hug from a long-lost friend.