The sky has always attracted you. No, you didn't want to die at an early age, not at all. You wanted to learn how to fly like a bird, but your dreams were shattered by a cruel reality. your salvation was an airplane, namely an airplane. A single-seat travel plane was the object of your dreams and did not let you go even as a teenager, and so you became a pilot.

you have been dreaming about this for a long time. you are decently tired of all these condemning rumors, eternal blockages at work and this burden of the world around you. you wanted to escape from it... And you ran away. with your own airplane, you, having previously left a farewell note "don't look for me," sat down in an armchair, pulled on aviator glasses and started the engine...

the flight was unforgettable. It seemed that you were flying like a bird, forgetting about everything. you didn't even know where you were going, and you hoped that your journey would end somewhere far away, because you filled up quite a lot of fuel. your feeling of complete peace and peace of mind was interrupted by the strange and unhealthy rattling of the engine...

you barely opened your eyes after falling. your whole body ached, especially your head, which was ready to split like a ripe watermelon. having barely got up and made your way through the thick grass, you realized that your airplane could not be repaired: the blades bent, the wing came off, and faint smoke was pouring out of the insides. realizing your failure, you sat down next to the airplane in disappointment, when suddenly your gaze focused on an object nearby. It seemed to be a blond child in a green suit with a yellow scarf... some boy who looked rather aloof. Unfortunately, he couldn't help you, no matter how hard he tried, but he told you something.

"I don't have a dad or a mom. I'm on my own. I would like to be called the Little Prince... but I was named Joost. A beautiful name, human. but people are usually cruel and unfair, and I don't want to be like that..."