There are no clues to who they are, or what they're searching for. Just a red silhouette cut against a sea of stars, and a path that fades into hills that seem to hold the memory of everyone who's ever crossed them. The wheat says nothing, but it sways as if it knows something we don't. Maybe that's the beauty of mystery: not everything we see needs an answer

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A figure, a path, no name 🌌

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