Morning light stirs with gentle insistence, lifting the spirit as if untethered from gravity, drifting over verdant hills that stretch beyond the familiar. Shadows deepen and a weight lingers, testing resolve as the path winds into twisted revelries of those lost to their own indulgence, a carnival both mesmerizing and mournful. Silence follows in its wake, where echoes of what has been shimmer faintly, delicate and sorrowful, until only the hush of final moments remains. Stars dim one by one, stories whispered into the void, and the traveler finds themselves at the edge of everything, standing alone beneath a sky that remembers every step, every breath, every tender goodbye.