In the final part of the story, the vulture hunts, and the little world feeds on trees with blood. And, there remains one absence heavier than all, Shopank. He is lost—not in the streets, on the beaches, but lost in the crowd. And no one knows where has he gone. His love that once bloomed now rots. His story does not march but morns.

The world bleeds quietly, and so does Shopank. In the shadow of fire and silence, he sends his truth to Kohboz—not to win her, but to breathe. Her reply, soft but final, does not break him. In part II, Shopank walks on—not for love, but for something deeper. The search is not over.