Fly Southwest: FLL to Niagara Falls, New York

Once upon a time, in the land where the soul resides – typically named "Undefined" – Bill was struck by an irresistible yearning. A crunched-paper-ball of wanderlust that hurtled through the hoop of Bill's heart, scoring a slam dunk. The computer screen flickered in the corner of his otherwise ordinary office cubicle, reflecting in his spectacles, as he looked up "Southwest flights from Undefined to Niagara Falls."

Bill, weary from the unending code lines he had spent his days poring over, was a man of action. As surely as the sun sets and "Terms & Conditions" are left unread, a longing bubbled within him to witness a torrent of water relentlessly plummet - symbolizing his own continuous struggle against the mundane. Now, it must be noted, Bill was no frequent flyer - his mileage program balance was a resounding zero. To say, his previous flights could be counted on half a closed fist.

An airline review site appeared before Bill's eyes, a strobe light of colors, shapes, and numbers, all claiming to provide the most affordable airfare. Cheap flights now had become the new frontier, replacing the gold rush era with the layover lure. As trains had usurped horses, so had round-trip tickets dethroned the extravagant, one-way journey to oblivion. There were direct flights, connecting flights, economy class, premium economy - one could lose themselves in a sea of options. However, red-eye flight was a term Bill decided not to contemplate too deeply, lest he risk conjuring nightmares resembling a crossover between Dracula and a Boeing 747.

But amidst these swirling visuals, a beacon shone. Southwest Airlines, a company famed for its in-flight services stumbled upon Bill combing through the labyrinths of the internet for a worthy flight deal. Since the inception of locomotive technology, Bill’s ancestors were reported bickering about the ‘best time to book.' Should it be just before the next moon? At the cusp of the solstice? Or precisely three days after the rooster’s call?

But the 21st-century Bill, armed with VPNs and browser cookies, was determined to crack the enigma. The direct flight duration popped up. A mere span that a hobbit would spend on second breakfast. And a baggage allowance that finally recognized Bill’s unnatural attachment to his collection of flip flops.

No sooner than a skeptical eyebrow was raised, the flight schedule dazzled Bill as it fit impeccably - as though the cosmic cogs of the universe had finally aligned. Almost nervous that Fortune, often a fickle mistress, had shown him such favor, he ventured towards the flight cancellation policy. He blinked, reread, and then chuckled. He would have more chances of being crowned ‘Miss Universe’ than to cancel this treasure of an itinerary.

The Southwest logo magically rolled out a red carpet for Bill, ushering him into Non-stop flights that seemed more like Business class courtesy served in economy containers. A sarcasm immune algorithm confirmed his booking, and a virtual bow was presented to him.

Thus, our hero from the undefined realm embarked on this adventurous journey, all the way to the rushing torrent of Niagara Falls. His server will have to excuse his unpredictable protocol disruption for a few days to conquer the magnificent cascades. And who knows, he may return as Bill the frequent flyer raising a toast to Southwest with the chalice of best flight deals, from the undefined to defined, from anonymity to the Falls.