Amara loved flying kites. Every weekend, she and her father would go to the hilltop near their village to let their kites dance in the sky. Her favorite was a vibrant red kite her father had made for her, with golden patterns that shimmered in the sun.

One day, while Amara was flying her kite, a sudden gust of wind snapped the string. She watched helplessly as her beloved kite spiraled away, disappearing...