As the sun dipped below the line where the earth meets the sky, I stood at the edge of an understanding. The horizon is not a fixed point, but an eternal line of possibility, always shifting away just as one seems to reach it.
In these moments, the boundary between reality and illusion blurs. One questions the substance of what is perceived— the tangible and the abstract entwined in a dance as old as time itself.
Have we not all stood at our own horizons, waiting to catch a glimpse of something beyond? Something that promises clarity and yet remains just out of reach? Perhaps, there lies the beauty in the chase itself.