A being whose boundaries are defined as it moves. Within the illusion of freedom, it drifts inside an invisible order. The bodies we are born into and the structures we construct are invisible cages woven with comfort. Chance roams within this limited, predetermined universe. The bird’s song, the swing’s motion, and the moments of silence in between are small deviations that imitate freedom, yet remain bound to the same cycle; they establish a delicate balance between presence and absence.