Rakshasa, savoring the sweet taste of freedom after enduring a long period of solitude and lockdown, took a deep breath. The weight of his past confinement had been lifted, allowing him to embrace the boundless potential that lay before him. The world beckoned with its infinite possibilities, akin to an uncharted territory awaiting his mark of discovery, his signature underneath.
With each step he took, Rakshasa relished the sensation of his autonomy. The humble hut he stood in seemed to expand and come alive, surpassing the confines of its physical size. The act of moving, of choosing his own steps, brought him immense satisfaction as he reveled in the newfound control over his own destiny.
