Yuki was 26 and burned out. Her job? Walked away. Her boyfriend? Left her in silence. Her apartment? A box with walls that echoed too loudly at night. She couldn’t scroll past the ache anymore. So she shut off her phone, packed a carry-on, and disappeared—hoping Okinawa would give her peace she hadn’t found in therapy or text messages left on read.
She didn’t expect a story. She only wanted to breathe again.
But the sea had other plans.