Cosplaying as a Speed Bump? Just Stay Alive!

[It’s actually more Western fantasy. I don’t know why it was changed to fantasy.]

(The title was made up on the spot, and the cover was made by AI. This isn’t an abstract novel, it isn’t an abstract novel, it isn’t an abstract novel.)

(It’s a sweet romance!)

At the very edge of the age, I face a sea of clouds holding the promise of fair skies or storms to come, and a road with no travelers.

What follows is a surging, mighty wheel, crushing the tranquil hearth fires of years past and heralding the age’s onward tide.

Like the yellow mud soaked by last night’s rain, I will embrace this age, then be ground beneath its wheels and scattered to ash.

Perhaps I am a speed bump, slowing the world’s rush toward the beautiful ark of “silent inaction.”

I just don’t know how much prosperity, year after year, will be crushed in the jolt where the age and I collide.

I am the edge, and I am the sin.