She collected wishes like some people collect bottles. At night, she rarely looked up to the sky, but instead she wondered how many wishes the ocean contained. She was afraid to throw hers out among the others. What if they got lost?
On her tenth birthday, an elder fisherman in her seaside town—a friend of the family—gifted her the most beautiful thing he ever found. A single blue bottle. As she grew up, she always placed the glass form on her windowsill and entrusted it with her wishes, written on small scraps of paper. And every time she looked at the bottle, she thought of her hopes and dreams.