The fortune cookie is just a gimmick. End of story: No woodcutter in his right mind would hope to win the lottery by betting on the numbers printed on the back of a fortune cookie. In reality, these numbers are nothing more than a waste of paper, but I hoped that was fate. And yet, he looked at the small piece of paper, doubting his sanity. I was forced to face my demons. But before I knew it, I wrote a note, put it in a bottle and threw it into the sea. I was finally free of the pain I had been carrying around for six years. One hundred giant steps until you are ready to move on, and this is just the beginning. A gesture to calm the agony, realizing that I will not forget it, even if I drown the pain in the depths of the ocean. At least, that’s how it should be. The very next day, a woman opened my bottle and read the letter. It was then that I learned that fate is not the most mysterious thing in the world, and works in very twisted ways. Because if I had believed my eyes, I would have seen a real, living mermaid. What was even more difficult to understand was how my heart could instantly feel ready to lay claim to a creature I didn’t even believe existed. Is there anything better than falling in love and finding your soulmate?