I thought he was dead and there would be no trace of him in the world from now on. The seasons will still change, life will still be endless, and the long river of time will continue to flow and eliminate any traces.
Until that day, in the endless darkness, I suddenly heard a voice:
"Master, we are all waiting for you to come back. I miss you..."
Only then did he realize that someone was also waiting hard for him.
Intention: independence