We kept moving forward, hoping to return in triumph. But as our dreams drifted farther away and the years passed, we realized we could no longer find the road home. Snow piled higher than our waists before the door, blocking our way. The world has no fixed center, so wherever you are is the center. The cycle has no beginning or end, so wherever you are is the beginning. [Screen rights have been secured. Coming soon to television, so stay tuned~]
