On the cusp of familiar horizons, there lies a road, winding beyond recognition. It's a dance of the known, twirling with the unseen.

Travelers whisper tales not of destinations, but of the spaces in between—where the silence speaks and shadows merge.

The pathless path: an echo calls, yet it remains unheard, a reflection gazing into opal mirrors of paradox.

Companions become fantasies, tethered in the daylight of forgotten dreams. Symbiotic these paths are, yet divided by the horizon's promise.