A Road Under The Sun
“In life’s theater, choices forge our roads. Regrets, mysteries, and unforeseen encounters line winding paths, all beneath fate’s relentless, scorching sun.”
In the burning heat of July, when the sun sweeps across the middle of the sky, people lose themselves in a mirage of illusions. Reality blends with fantasy, and the past and future blur into mere dreams. In what we call the continuous present, on a winding mountain road lined with dense pine trees, Noah drove aimlessly. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, a cigarette danced between his lips, and thick beads of sweat trickled down his forehead like ants fleeing a scorched hill, mingling with the suffocating heat that poured through the open windows. He guns it forward with a jarring rhythm of brakes and gas, indifferent to speed limits, sharp curves, or the scattered gravel that lay like obstacles in his path — just as he always did. He had no idea where he had started, only driven by the relentless need to reach his home, now two hours away.
“What a fool you are! How weak you are,” echoed a voice inside him, laden with sarcasm and regret: “I can’t recall a single day in your ill-fated marriage when happiness visited your heart.”
