In the silence, she is eternally framed by lingering shadows.
Our protagonist, draped in a coat of heavy wool, peers into the unknown mists.
The incessant wind seems to whisper vanished secrets.
Behind her, the fog-clad path trails off into an endless expanse.
It is here her odyssey truly starts. There are no instructions. They never came.
Only her unwavering steps echo across the desolate scenery.
The sun sets as imagined borders stretch endlessly in every direction—
And yet, direction keeps chasing direction.
Undeterred, her resolve is as palpable as the waning light, glowing almost cerulean.
With no destination defined, purity of wander captures her entirely.
Suddenly, an apparition flickers at the periphery—
A lone figure suspended in movement, joining her own rhythm.
Interlude of two: silhouettes narrating life's fragile symmetry.