The sky above him opened wide, like a promise never finished being written. Lines that tried to confine him, like shadows chasing him. But inside his chest, something had broken, and from that crack was born freedom. Freedom isn't about running as far as possible. It's about daring to stand amidst uncertainty, with breath still trembling, but a heart that ultimately chooses itself. And that night, amidst the silence and the fragile light, he knew that even though the world hadn't changed, he had.