There's a certain allure in chasing horizon lines. It's that insatiable desire to discover the unknown, for what lies afar. Each new sunrise brings a fresh vista, inviting us on paint our own stories. We gather our compasses, fueled by dreams, and journey forth, eager to witness the beauty that awaits on that shimmering line where sky meets horizon

Yuh see Armanii pon di road dis time? Him a come from di corner an' him nah go back inna him car. All di traffic a stop. Di police dem try talk to him but Armanii nah listen. Him jus keep shoutin' 'bout how {di road belong to him| him need fi walk dis way| di government wrong'. Man nuh know what him want but him sure say nobody nah pass through.