Ever wonder how a path becomes forgotten? It's like a secret handshake among trees, invisible to those in a hurry. They whisper gently, oh so gently, explaining their reluctance to remain on the well-trodden way.
Imagine a fork in the road where both paths throw a spontaneous dance party. One leads to the familiar, the other the enigmatic unknown. How tangled is the nature of choice when both roads frown upon being chosen?
Do roads ever feel lonely? Or do they relish the solitude, paradoxically thriving in their isolation? It's a symbiosis—an entity that needs no entity, a paradox that embraces its own contradictions.