It was so open. That’s what struck me first. The vast open space that laid out before me. The ceiling of floating whites and silvers hovering miles above the empty grassland. Two parallel layers of texture, with nothing but air to breathe sandwiched in between. Even in such an empty space, I felt trapped by its walls. The clouds were laying on top of one another in an attempt to block out any colour, but hints of blue peaked through thinner areas, whispering through the gaps and holes of the dominant grey. It was autumn, I could feel it on my skin as the air danced along my forearm. I had seen this area years before, travelled the road along its side almost ritually, each time heading east with a goal not matching my destination. This time I wasn’t returning to you.