There are places one cannot reach because they were never meant to exist as destinations. The road cuts through the landscape like an impossible decision—endless, silent, flanked by fire, not as destruction, but as transformation. The mountains remain motionless as the path continues, suggesting that movement is not always change and that distance is not always measured in space. This work reflects on the strange condition of the journey: the moment when one no longer belongs to what has been left behind and has not yet become what lies ahead. There are worlds one enters not upon arrival, but by continuing on.