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Finding a message in a bottle wasn’t a common occurrence, even when the tropical beaches of Destiny Islands were surrounded with an endless blue expanse of ocean.
So if a silver-haired young man happened to be meditating on the shore—an admittedly futile attempt to calm the restless ache that had burgeoned within him—and the waves suddenly clinked onto the sand at his feet a corked soda bottle, it was surely a sign from the universe to listen and believe and act.
And if the paper rolled inside was labeled “Open Me :P” with a doodle of a crown in a familiar, messy little script, then it was—annoyingly and endearingly—a sign from the young man’s heart that that emptiness in his chest wouldn’t have to hurt forever.