As I shifted my gaze along the road, I saw the endless stretch of asphalt disappearing beyond the horizon.

On both sides of the road, a barren grassland spread out, with occasional small shrubs swaying in the wind.

The distant hills, shrouded in a hazy silhouette, seemed to meet the night sky, evoking a strange feeling, as if gazing upon the end of the world.

'It's colder than I thought.'

I felt the chill emanating from the asphalt beneath me, muttering to myself.

They say the desert nights are cold, so perhaps this desolate plain is similar.

An empty road, …