By now we were at the bus stop. The sun had recovered and the sky was full of joy. There was a path near the bus stop, she started walking along it. The trees intertwined like arches and the shadows created an eerie feeling. As he walked through the forest, his entire body had a calm aura. What would he do here? Is this his freedom? I had finally seen the end of this endless journey. He slowed down and smiled, his smile as lovely as the sun peeking through the entwined trees. We had now arrived at the edge of a cliff where it seemed no one had ever been there before. The sun shone like the sky, and the sea right in front of the cliff lifted his spirit and crashed into the cliff. He sat down on a lawn and opened his bag. He took out a photo of Vivian, a dress and a pair of shoes that he left there and lay down next to it still smiling. She was free from the nursing home coma, her unresponsive son, and the deaths of her husband and a close friend. He had achieved freedom because he is amorphous. It has no real restrictions, is not extinct, and is the only thing that cannot be swallowed up by death. Maybe I can