This road looks like it leads to infinity and beyond!

The road rose gently ahead of me, its twin white lines splitting the asphalt with a precision that felt almost ceremonial. Each step forward seemed to stretch time itself, as though the horizon was teasingly just out of reach. The sun warmed my back while the dry air clung to my skin like an invisible veil. I couldn’t help but notice how the edges of the road blurred into the surrounding earth, as if nature was reclaiming what was hers all along. A lone tree stood defiantly at the top of the hill, its silhouette sharp against the unbroken blue. It felt like a marker of sorts—a guardian of this quiet expanse. There’s a peculiar solace in walking such roads; they demand nothing but your presence and offer only their endlessness in return.