A seemingly endless road of a vast desert, the golden hues or rose and infinitely more present in the skybox.

Lampposts and cable lines; mountains almost miles off in the distance as the sunset formed into dusky afterglow, the sun bled into the horizon.

Cool wind ghosted past—sensation and hearing. No cars would be passing by anytime soon. It was the sand, the winds, the desolate plants, barely any clouds, and the illimitable mountains.