Then again, he stealthily embraces his power to stay living in this savage atmosphere. It ain’t his first time that he has to pass throu’ this shit. But he stops just to find out what he missed so far. It is his friend, the fragrance of emptiness. Hunting him with no stop. It’s so fierce to face by himself. The air that he breathes is so black. He can’t reach it. He still tries until that moment finally arrives. And there it is, the moment of freedom.