More than a week had passed since Liam left South Korea. More than two since Macau. And almost three since he began this vacation.
And in those three weeks, he had lived more freely than he ever had in his entire life. He had gone everywhere.
Japan, where he spent nearly a week wandering through shrines, neon streets, rooftops, and quiet lakesides.
Africa, where he stood before the roaring walls of Victoria Falls until the mist drenched his face.
Antarctica, where silence was so absolute that his own breathing felt loud.
The Himalayas, where he climbed Mt. Everest without ropes or oxygen and found himself staring at dried bones and tattered flags fluttering in the wind.
Europe, where he walked through ancient alleys in the early morning when the world still slept.
South America, where he followed the massive spread of the Amazon canopy and watched the river glow under moonlight.
Everywhere he went, the world felt larger… and yet somehow smaller. More alive… and yet simpler.
