Like a fairytale, it all began with a fall in the mountains— no, wait. That’s not usually how the story goes, is it? Perhaps in Switzerland it is, or at least, that’s how it seems. For Ceonn, it was a hike into the heights, a way to clear his mind and find himself in nature. For Ester, it was just another workday—one that, as always, refused to end. And so God crossed our paths: not through chance, glances, or perfect timing, but through a broken ankle, and a moment that quietly changed everything.