The plains stretch endlessly, golden grass swaying beneath a sky painted with the colors of twilight. A lone rider presses forward, guided not by roads but by the pull of the stars above.
The journey later takes him to the edge of a rugged canyon, where the heavens unfurl a vision of cosmic grandeur. Here, the rider becomes the wanderer, gazing at the infinite sky.
As the galaxy spirals before him, its light dances across the canyon walls, revealing pathways carved by time. Here, the boundary between earth and sky dissolves, and the rider becomes part of a greater rhythm — one of searching, witnessing, and becoming.