Prologue: A Journey to New York City

Sometimes, a journey begins not just with a step, but with a feeling — a quiet tug at the heart, a whisper from somewhere far away.
For me, New York City wasn’t just a destination. It was a dream, woven silently into everyday life — tucked between busy mornings, hidden in familiar sunsets, waiting patiently in the background.
Without even realizing it, my heart had been walking toward it all along.

Now, standing on the threshold of that dream, I take a breath.
Not just to see the city, but to touch its rhythm, to taste its stories, to lose myself in its endless sky and bustling streets.
I’m not chasing anything.
I’m simply answering a call that has always been there —
a call from a place, and perhaps, a call from someone I was always meant to meet.

This is not just a trip.
It’s the beginning of something much greater.

And now, looking back, I wonder…
Perhaps someone wasn’t just waiting — maybe, somewhere, they were quietly reaching out too.
As if drawn by invisible threads, our paths crossed softly, and something unspoken began to stir.
Not yet a story, but the faint promise of one — waiting patiently to be written.