The winding road seems to stretch for miles without end, fields of dry brush and sharpened rock offering no shelter or place of respite. You march on, eyes fixed on the uneven ground while your feet protest at the harsh treatment. An anomaly catches your attention—sticking perpendicular to the ground, higher than the low shrubs, yet only up to your waist: a walking cane stuck firmly into the dry ground. Your hand moves over the smooth curves of the ancient wood, worn by the blasting winds and scorching sun. Gripping to pull it out, you find it as immovable as a mountain. And yet… your feet no longer ache, and a rejuvenating energy envelops you from head to toe.
