The
Territory

You have arrived

A long road brought you here.
Where do you go first?

The Chapel

The door is open.
It always was.

Dust motes drift through light the color of old honey. Someone left a hymnal open on the pew. You don't know the words, but you know the feeling.

The Road

The horizon doesn't get any closer.
You keep going anyway.

The radio in your chest plays a station only you can hear. Heat on the blacktop. Red dust on your boots. The territory stretches out like a promise it can't keep.

You made it

The Territory

The song is coming.
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