the old man with a cane in hand strides through the city street, his chest still intact. But this time he remains empty, lost in a state of empty hands. His eyes are closed, and he basks in the warmth of the rising sun. The skyline looms in the distance, casting an orange glow on the scene. The woman smiles cheerfully, her words swaying to the rhythm of the clock as it waits for something to happen. The air is thick with the scent of gasoline and sweat. This is the moment the old man with a cane strides, his chest still intact. Beneath his hand, his eyes glint with a sense of wonder as he realizes he has taken flight, lost in the world around him.