Time flies straight like an arrow, winding like a road with no end. No one could have known the profound solitude of journeying through the passage of time, Or how time itself could wash away the meaning of their long odyssey. Yet, if their will has never been broken and their steps have never once faltered... At the journey's end, they will rediscover the very purpose that first set them on their way.

Time flies straight like an arrow, winding like a road with no end. No one could have known the profound solitude of journeying through the passage of time, Or how time itself could wash away the meaning of their long odyssey. Yet, if their will has never been broken and their steps have never once faltered... At the journey's end, they will rediscover the very purpose that first set them on their way.