Somewhere beyond the limits of perception, where the sky meets the earth in an eternal embrace, lies the endless horizon. I find myself drawn to it, time and again, like a moth to a flame.
The horizon whispers secrets known only to dreamers, tales of lands untouched by time's relentless march. I stand at its boundary, mesmerized, pondering the infinite possibilities it presents.
Am I a wanderer on this edge, or a mere observer? The line blurs in the soft glow of twilight, as the boundary between dreaming and waking begins to dissolve.
Each step I take towards it, pulls me deeper into reflections of what might be—visions of a world laden with mysteries and echoes of past lives, intertwined with the present.
And in this moment, I realize—the horizon is not a place, but a state of mind. Follow it further and wade through the memories.