In this world, you have limits that can’t be broken; from laws of physics to laws of motion. Some were just meant to be followed. It’s told you can easily break these rules. Of course, temporarily you can “control” these laws, escape the borders of reflex, and expose the truth of your mind’s compatibility with life... And when you take that first step off that roof, you forget about everything else; your loved ones, your job, your country, all becomes blinded by a brush of wind. And all you can think about is how you’ll land on that ground and how important it is to get passed the fact you’re being followed by something that you can’t see, and you run and jump and fly, breaking limits that are known to be unbreakable. Until, you finally get the guts to turn… just to realize what’s been chasing you in the first place… you.



This was something my brother made for all the traceurs out there, and may parkour live on, past the end of time, and past the past of the past of the past of the past of the end.