Looking ahead, the way looks more like an endless river than a trail. 

But at least the end is in sight, albeit far away.

That was before we saw the added settings:

Born as a girl from the slums, in a world where gender and status mean everything? +1,000,000 miles.

Starting out as a low level footsoldier when the Age of Warfare is nearing its peak, and only the strongest will prevail? +1,000,000 miles.

Being expected to be docile and malleable, to stay silent and obey until you die? + 2,000,000 miles.

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The end of the trail isn't in sight.

"I can't keep this up any longer!"

"We'll meet again, once you and I meet our goals. So you can't quit now, ok?"

"The women of this family can be anything, do anything. Don't let anybody tell you differently, Sina."

The trail gets a little bit shorter...

"...The most beautiful patch of endless little star-looking plants that can take you on a wild ride..."

Suddenly, she's flying down the trail on a cloud.