Tøkio was not born of the wild, but it claimed him just the same. Left to the mercy of a tiger ambush, he was shaped by tooth and claw. They taught him to hunt without mercy, to move without sound, to sleep with one eye open. Compassion was weakness. Hesitation meant death.
There were no rules. No comfort. No future. Only survival.
And then - without warning - everything changed.
He stepped beyond the tree line and into a world ablaze with color and sound. A street carnival. Music pounded like war drums. Lights blinked like the eyes of watching gods. Humans danced freely, unarmed and unaware. The scent of food and fire spun through the air.
He had no idea where he was, or how he’d gotten there - but something in the air felt like freedom. Like a door swinging open.
That night, the jungle loosened its grip, the human world beckoned - and music lit the path.
|| A metaphor for my life story ||