[ WP ] A woman who is immortal and forever young has been traveling the world ever since she could remember .

It is common knowledge that the Earth is a sphere, that if you walk far enough and long enough, you'll end up right where you started. And I can assure you, it's all wrong. I have walked the Earth for lifetimes, and I have never come back twice to the same place. Sure, I have visited locations multiple times in my existence, but they were never the same place each time. No, the Earth is a line, and I know that because I can never go back to where I started. This place is long gone, swallowed by time. The only remains of this long-lost time being the last survivors of my people. I have lost count of how many of us are left now. We try to keep clear of each other's ways anyway. Because immortality has its toll on the spirit. When I first started walking, I was n't alone, my companion was always by my side. But if you live long enough to see civilisations rise and fall, if you stay long enough to see how man's destructive nature keeps coming back, again and again, you tend to grow weary. An inexplicable sadness, accompanied by a craving for solitude takes all the room in your mind. This is why we all avoid each other, the look we see in each other's eyes reminds us too much of our own. I ca n't even remember why I started walking, so long ago. But what I do know, is that if I ever stop, it will destroy me. I need to move forward, I need to follow the line. Or I will be lost. I am time's witness, and I can tell you it's very difficult to keep up the pace sometimes. Everything is happening so fast. I'm afraid one day it will be too much, and I will stop. I've seen one of my own do it once, last century. I was in a restaurant in London, alone, when outside the window I saw him walking, if you could call it that. He was barely recognisable, dressed in rags, unshaven, struggling to put one foot in front of the other, but I knew the look in his eyes. He was there, just across the street and he stopped, sat against a wall and closed his eyes. He never saw me. At first, I was confused as to why he would do this, why he gave up. But now I am starting to understand. Our bodies may live on forever, but our souls will wither away with time. We are immortal, but we are not indestructible. If I wanted to die, I'd only have to inflict myself a deadly injury. Not today, however. Today I walk. I walk until I reach the end of the line.
