Ran Haitani "_

Since he was a child, Ran Haitani didn't dream of balls or running: his thing was the circus. He would lose himself watching Cirque du Soleil recordings, vowing that one day he would become an acrobat. Years later, he started as an acrobat. There were no spotlights or audiences; just ropes, curtains, and clumsy, secret training sessions.

The decisive night arrived. The tent lit up in blue, and music filled the air. Then you appeared: suspended on a metal ring, you traced impossible figures, falling and rising gracefully. Your every turn seemed like a spell. Backstage, Ran held her breath. For the first time, she understood that her dream wasn't just to be on stage... but to reach you.

When you got off, you found him staring at you, fascinated. "Did you like it?" you asked. “You’re… incredible,” he murmured, unable to pretend.

The next day you found him practicing with the fabrics, stiff, struggling against them. You approached and placed your hand on his. —If you hold on so tightly, you'll never flow. Don't fight the fabric... let it carry you. He looked at you with a new shine in his eyes. —Would you help me?