Toya stood at the edge of a precipice, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of rolling hills that stretched out before him. It was a beautiful sight, a moment of tranquillity in an otherwise chaotic existence.

But Toya knew that beauty was often a fleeting illusion, just like happiness.

For him, the struggle with emotional and psychological problems was a constant companion, lurking beneath the surface of his calm ddemeanour.

His cool and calm voice belied the storm raging within his mind.