This road looks like it could lead to the edge of the world.

The road stretched out before me like an unbroken thread through the fabric of the earth. Its surface shimmered faintly under the afternoon sun, a quiet defiance against the surrounding barrenness. There was something hypnotic about its perfect symmetry—how it carved through the endless expanse without hesitation. Walking along its edge, I felt as though I were tracing a line drawn by some unseen hand, one that understood both the importance of direction and the inevitability of distance. The occasional breeze carried with it the scent of dry earth and faint whispers of stories untold.