He walked without a map, guided only by the pull in his chest and the silence between footsteps. The road offered no promises, just dust and direction. Some days he moved with fire, other days with doubt, but always forward. Not to escape—just to become. Somewhere out there, he knew, was the version of himself he hadn’t met yet. And every mile brought him closer.

Size: 16 x 20 Inches
Material: Acrylic on Canvas