Sonic & Cristo
Ever think about racing against time itself? Like, how fast can you catch the horizon when you’re moving?
Catch the horizon? It’s not a place, it is a line that moves with every step you take. The faster you run, the farther that line seems to drift, like chasing a shadow that never settles. Makes you wonder if time itself is just another horizon—always ahead, never to be reached.
Yeah, the line keeps slipping just like that—makes every sprint feel like a wild chase. I’ll keep speeding, time can’t keep up with me.