- You always leave so quickly.
- But you have so much work…
- I get it. I totally understand. But what if… What if you...
- What if you suddenly get a day off?
The washed-out red line traces a confident path away from the labyrinth city, toward the lands of dreams strewn with golden petals.
Were that line to break, a story would start. A story of the boundless and the omnipotent, of the minuscule and the fragile.