Leonel looked up toward the ceiling of the corridor. It was so tall that it might as well have been a sky itself, and above that was a glass dome that reflected the moon and the stars.
He didn't seem aware of the changes taking place in his body at all. It was more like he was just looking around, observing the world for the very first time.
His breathing was calm and even, his thoughts flowing smoothly.
Was it really freedom? Was that all he wanted? The right to be lazy when he wanted, to tease his wife when he wanted, to joke around with his brothers when he wanted…
That would be a nice life, indeed.
Maybe it was something everyone wanted deep down. No matter how ambitious, no matter how timid, no matter how pitiful, in the end, it all boiled down to these same words.
The only difference between him and others was how it manifested.
