The alley stretched before him, but to the boy, it felt like a runway. With arms outstretched like wings, he ran with all the boundless energy only youth can summon. Each step sent him soaring higher in his imagination, as if he could take flight at any moment. The world was his playground, the narrow street his sky. The weight of life hadn’t touched him yet; his heart was light, his spirit free. In these fleeting moments, he wasn’t just running—he was flying, carried by the wings of youth.