Skysong Search Path

A lone figure stands at the lip of a floating island beneath an aurora that spells WHERE VOJTA?, clutching hope like a talisman and watching a ribbon of glowing notes arch away over the void. The notes were set alight by hands who believed sound could stitch islands together, and the walker follows because the melody rewinds toward where the sky letters flare brightest. Each step presses grass and warm stone under boot as if testing the world for proof, and the music hums against fingertips like a stitched rope. The traveler moves from island to island, feeling the rough cliff faces and the cool wind as thresholds to another attempt. The trail keeps leading onward and the sky keeps asking its question, but Vojta remains unfound.