A landscape, like one from a dream.
Sparse with pylons and clumps of trees. Beautiful but asleep. A
silent road cuts through it but where does it lead? Far, far off to
somewhere that can't be seen. And you've no choice but to travel it,
to follow its twilight track. You'll cross over the horizon and you
won't be coming back.
Is it worth raging against the dying of the light?
17 hours ago
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