Sensei Matsumoto looked up from the manuscript she was reviewing, concern etched on her face. "Takashi-kun, you've been pushing yourself too hard. Not just today, but for weeks now. A short break might do you some good."
With a nod, Sensei Matsumoto handed Takashi a small note. "Why don't you take a short walk in the park down the street? Get some fresh air and clear your head. We'll manage without you for a little while."
One afternoon, as the sun began to set over Tokyo, casting a golden glow through the small studio apartment that doubled as Takashi's workspace, he felt his eyelids growing heavy. The words on his screen began to blur, and his hand ached from gripping his pen for too long.
Takashi gratefully accepted the suggestion. He stepped out into the vibrant life of Tokyo, feeling the cool breeze and listening to the sounds of the city—a welcome respite from his intense focus on work. The walk in the park rejuvenated him; the fresh air and the sight of children playing and couples strolling by reminded him of the world outside his studio.