The road beneath your feet cracks softly, a whisper of journeys past. In the air lingers a scent of thyme and dust, a reminder of sunny fields long since overgrown.
Somewhere in the remnants of this wilder wasteland, lies a story untold.
You come upon a weathered signpost, its words faded into whispers. Home is not far, yet so close it seems out of reach, it claims. Perhaps you remember it...
As night falls, the air hums with memory.
Pause. Refund the miles covered in thought.