Our Silent Path
Road closed, our silent path, nature reclaims its domain, new routes yet to find. Road closed, barred and still. Detour through nature’s embrace, new paths, whispers thrive. Road closed! Cooled roads… Time.
Road Closed, Chaos Blooms
Silent asphalt waits, no wheels pass through its embrace. Lost in time’s stillness. Chaos blooms into stillness… road’s end brings new starts. Closed road, open mind, explore the unseen unknown. Adventure beckons. Corded loons schooled the donor. Beware the corded loons and beware the cooled roads, for they hold the secrets of a schooled donor. Thank you Ai.