He was a man of the skies — a soul born to chase the wind and touch the heavens. His life was flight and freedom, a constant journey toward distant places. Along the way, his heart had known affection, had shared itself in moments that were real but fleeting. Yet love had always been a quiet echo, never a destination. His devotion belonged to his family, his duty — and over time, he made peace with the idea that his life might always be his own, his path one he’d walk alone.