Corsican folktales

In the sunlit harbor of Ajaccio, where masts swayed like idle reeds and the salt wind carried whispers of distant shores, there appeared a man unlike any other. His coat shimmered with feathered layers of green, gold, and night-blue, shifting as if stirred by an invisible breeze. The villagers called him Lo Stranieru Piumatu, The Feathered Man. They asked where