Before I was four years old, I had a perfect life.
My parents love me very much, and I have an older brother who regards me as the apple of his eye.
I love them very much, but I can't stay with them forever.
The wind is coming... What a pity, I am just a caged bird, even self-preservation is a problem, so how can I pursue the wind?
Later, I met a person who called himself System. He said that he could fulfill my wish.
I said, "I want to live..."
My wish came true, but the cage that held me became heavier.
Concept: What is freedom?