"keep running dear, keep running... maybe you'll find out where you're supposed to go in life..."
The muscles in your legs scream with agony and your lungs burn in protest as you race across the barren land. You're lost. All you see is the horizon and all you can feel is the icy wind slicing across your face, as though telling you that you should stop.
But you won't stop,
because you can see the sunlight rising from the horizon,
and you need to keep chasing after the light.