[Dream - 2] Roads go ever ever on.
[Every path is part of a greater way.
It's a long road, this one. It was full of many twists and turns, yet the Hero knew that if he were to look over his shoulder, he would only see one straight path. A clocktower and a fallen castle are shillouetted behind him, with many a dusty, beaten track running alongside it. They are at once seperate and the same as the road upon which he walks; streams splitting off from the main river to join, ever endlessly, before the ocean of finality.
But there is a long way to go before that ocean is reached, and the Hero raises his dust-stained boots again and again, walking ever onward. Each side of his road is lined with decrepit old buildings - doors and windows patched up with brittle red tape, like a scab just begging to be picked off.
And he walks on. It's only another part of the Road, after all.]
It's a long road, this one. It was full of many twists and turns, yet the Hero knew that if he were to look over his shoulder, he would only see one straight path. A clocktower and a fallen castle are shillouetted behind him, with many a dusty, beaten track running alongside it. They are at once seperate and the same as the road upon which he walks; streams splitting off from the main river to join, ever endlessly, before the ocean of finality.
But there is a long way to go before that ocean is reached, and the Hero raises his dust-stained boots again and again, walking ever onward. Each side of his road is lined with decrepit old buildings - doors and windows patched up with brittle red tape, like a scab just begging to be picked off.
And he walks on. It's only another part of the Road, after all.]