A contribution by Vanessa95
Who knew the world could be so distant, so enormous, when you're but a tiny speck on the empty steppe? Time ceases to have meaning when you cannot tell how far you've walked, and how far you have to go. Only the changing of the weather and the sun tells you that time is passing. You journey onward, set on your destination. They say sometimes that it's the journey that counts. But what happens when the journey itself becomes unmoored completely from any human meaning? What happens when it feels like it's the steppe itself that is life, and you are a but an infinitesimally small part?
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