Li-Wei sat on the old swing that hung from the branches of the ancient oak tree, its branches swaying in the breeze. The sun was setting, casting soft golden light over the little compound, casting long shadows across the grass. The air was filled with the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves.

Li-Wei closed his eyes, feeling the gentle motions of the swing rocking him back and forth. His mind was at peace, free from the weight of his circumstances for a few precious moments.