Life moves in cycles—up and down, light and dark, endless in rhythm. Some days, Tolis felt the weight of the climb; other days, he flowed effortlessly, carried by the moment, like a smooth glide through familiar streets.
There was no summit, no final triumph waiting at the end—only the repetition. Yet in that motion, he found something else: a quiet defiance. To keep moving was to reclaim his freedom.
The sun rises, the moon follows. And so does he.
