Originaljulieta

I was spellbound by the road lines vanishing ahead of me from the passenger's side of the driver's seat. Endless, endless... Endless invisible ghost roads. Cobalt-blue skies reigned over the landscapes of distant rocky ridges; tracing the horizon and shadowing the roads with cold light. Without a solar light in sight. Z's feet planted like steel on the gas pedal without an exhausted moment to break. Twenty hours evaporating; behind the friction of the truck's tires. Casting haunting smoke trails. Contrasted; dim-light shadows draped over the side roads splitting into forks; which mysteriously painted our main pathway like the only visible option. The forks that morphed and branched out; Every time; Appeared out of thin air. My head continuously turns; while my gaze keeps locking-in with every new secondary road conjuring up. Watching it unfold. Unnervingly uncomfortable. Enchanting my focus away from the most previously orchestrated; catastrophic nightmare. No more

There's a colourful cosmic memory that completes my thoughts; before I exhale a chilled breath. My senses sting as my palms touches the icebound metal door handle; my thoughts dissipate into the reality of me; standing in six feet of snow. The icy chill crawls up my leather boots. I politely swing the motionless door open; the soundwaves of digital tones ping, and echo through the entrance of the restaurant. The ambient sounds whispered. The vibrations of the floor tiles shiver subtly shifting, and morphing into a new floor pattern; a cube-like one. I peer down at my feet; checking my deep-frozen boots. Alright, still leather. I stare at the upcoming wooden door infront of me; framed perfectly in burgundy. I pondered if; there was another x-force about to fragment my subtle moves forward. Another incoming level about to start. I brace my palms on the brass-antique handle again. This time; the atoms in the atmosphere becomes warm. The temperature quickly inclines; and