粉碎的飛機駕駛艙凝望著迷霧籠罩的地平線

The front of the cockpit—its windshield long since shattered by wind and time—seemed to scan the misty horizon, as if still guiding an invisible crew toward a secret destination. The gaping doorway opened into a rocky recess, transforming the former passenger cabin into a verdant sanctuary where the song of birds had replaced the roar of jet engines.