As a child, I was mesmerized by the stories of the sea told by the fishermen in my hometown. Their tales of tumultuous waves and mystical creatures that resembled men stirred my young imagination. But none captured my heart like the stories of my grandfather. He spoke of a time when his boat was lost at sea during a fierce storm, and he and his companions were

adrift with little hope of finding land. But then they stumbled upon a small, Eden-like island with dense forests, exotic animals, and a plethora of unnamed flowers. My grandfather described it as a paradise, and he and his crew spent many idyllic days there. However, when they tried to return to the island, it seemed to have vanished, as if it had never existed at all. The idea of this hidden paradise, only accessible for a brief time, has always captivated me. I even reconstructed the island in 3D software, blending my grandfather's descriptions with my own childhood memories. It was as if I were stepping into a wonderland, bridging the gap between the virtual and the real.