On the island of Miyake five men are meditating, their eyes fixed on the Izu Islands. A tiny man with knotty hands guides their thoughts and bodies with few, gentle words. A kid enters the terrace, his voice a raspy whisper.
It’s a girl, she fell from the sky and floated on the sea mist until a woman touched her face.
What happened then?
She fell on the boat, gravity grabbed her.
How is she?
She is still unconscious.
Let’s go, the man said. He bowed to his students and left, followed by the kid.