We’re always driving ahead, straight and sure. We slow and we curve, but if we take separate routes we’ll never again meet. The vastness of earth, of space, of time, is far too much to allow it. And we have so much of all those things to explore, be it together or alone. But none of those things are infinite, time the least so of them all.
These roads are empty. The skies are full of color and light; though as it fades, the forest suddenly a deepening abyss of black, each tree grows until they devour all.
Time is not forgiving, and just like the sun, it sets quicker than you’d ever expect.