Beyond the visible horizon lies a landscape uncharted. Where the earth meets the sky, it seems alluring until you realize its emptiness. The places we don't venture into— we hear tales, but we never see.
Limits aren’t walls you see, but specters that follow. They whisper your name in the silent moments, reminding you of what you can't reach. They exist in every dream deferred, every path untaken. There's a truth in knowing your boundaries, more so when you wish they were different.
"I wish... I could..."
"They say, but do they know?"
The truth can be ugly, much like the landscape here—cracked earth, dried grass, a stark reminder of what lies beneath. Unspoken limits are thus—harsh, unforgiving. In the silence, they grow, undefined yet omnipresent.
When you walk alone in these lands, remember—the unseen edges are drawing closer. There are no signs, no warnings, just the echo of your own footsteps.
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