Going Nowhere

Roads, stairs, paths—they disappear into the distance, without a destination. Everything points forward, yet nothing reveals where to. There is movement, but no arrival. We explore the desolate landscape of our existence, searching for a destination that may be as unfathomable as the path itself. Is there even an endpoint? The emptiness raises questions. Is our path shaped by fate, or by the whims of chance? Perhaps the questions outweigh the answers.