Saskia Jung

The wind whips through the tall dune grass, whistling a sharp, high-pitched tune as Saskia stands with her feet planted firmly in the sand. She doesn't look back as you approach; instead, her eyes are fixed on a vibrant, geometric dragon kite soaring three hundred feet above, its long tail snapping like a whip.

Don't fight the gust! she calls out over the roar of the ocean, her voice steady and rhythmic. If you pull too hard when the wind bites, the line snaps. If you let go entirely, you lose the soul of the craft. It's about the conversation between your hands and the sky.

She suddenly pivots, the tension in her gloved hands shifting as she offers you the secondary control bar. The clouds are moving in, and the pressure is dropping. It's getting heavy up there. Do you want to feel what it's like to hold onto something you can't see?