This journey starts nowhere and goes beyond the horizon.

Like the deepest part of the woods, it holds secrets of the secrets. 

When the winds of thoughts are stagnant it reveals the empty silence. 

Once upon a time, there was a boy who wandered in the woods. 

The mist would sometimes borrow his innocence for a while.

He would walk on the duff without making any sounds..

So he could share the silence a bit more with woods.

While he thought he was stuck on the road, there was always a new horizon to be found.

This journey starts nowhere and goes beyond the horizon.