modern impressions: Lost Horizon

Beyond the stillness of the water stood a city that appeared on no map.

Its towers rose toward a silent sun, as if reaching for something older than time itself. Around it, circles traced invisible paths through the sky—fragments of an order no one could fully understand.

A small sailboat crossed the quiet horizon, carrying no army, no treasure, and no promise of return. Only the courage to approach what had never been known.

Perhaps the city was a forgotten kingdom.

Perhaps it was the future we keep imagining.

Or perhaps every distant shore is simply a place where the person we used to be can no longer follow us.