The Road With No End
Legend tells of a lonesome road which all are cursed to wander, without an end nor a beginning, where all one has is themselves beneath the endless desert sky which fades off into the distant horizon. None ever leave, imprisoned forever to walk upon the path trodden by so many lost souls searching restlessly to uncover what waits for them on the other side, only to never find it, and die trying; forgotten to the merciless sands of time. So it was that a worrisome traveler set upon this unforgiving and desolate trail encompassed only by the howling of the wind and the smoldering heat of the barren valleys. He was a simple and yet conflicted man, as most who travel the road are, with nothing to his name and very little to call his own, led astray upon this endless path of nothingness, seeking what shattered piece of his empty self he had seemingly left behind. From the shadow of dusk to the brink of sunrise, he followed along the narrow pathway which extended to the distant mountaintops lying beneath the blistering sun, of which always seemed to linger on the horizon, never coming closer, and yet always appearing farther away. Only sparsely did he stop to rest or sleep, and despite his lack of food, water, or ware, he continued onward, never stopping to think that what he came to look for in the first place may never once have been truly real, and was but a figment of his disturbed imagination.
