Signals turned green with porches in the mist. Horizons seemed unfathomably near. A lost shoe whispered ancient myths to the snoring breeze. Ever on, ever forward, shoes shuffled to the drops on cobblestone. Her hands, sculpted out of stardust remnants, carried shadows at dawn. Confetti near a rusting bench; distant laughter haunted those tender corridors. An undecided sky strung tightly around unmoving promises. This was strange territory—a map’s mythological cut. Journeys plaited into breaks of dawn. The stories of unnamed travelers meander with every clock tick.