When I was a teenager, my mind deep into fantasy, influenced by books and manga I read daily, everything was flowing. There was this sensation of constant movement as I studied obsessively for my exams. The sky never looked as high as it did back then. Every day, after my evening classes and on my way back home, I could see the dragons flying over my hometown. They greeted me, growled at me playfully and made a silent promise to wait for me when I grow up, to show me the entire world.

But time rushed on me and I stopped feeling this flow. The sky came closer, trapping me in. My friends, the dragons, showed up every once in a while, only to roar in pity, of promises broken. Falling deep into a pit of my self created darkness, I keep losing sight of what I want in this life. Is it to become a better person? According to who? Is it to help progress society? To leave a legacy behind? To leave a part of me behind? Or is it to ultimately end it in the realization of our own fleeting value and weakness? Maybe then the dragons will show me the world...