All roads to roam

Golden clouds were stretching across the sky. A long shadow betrayed the Road. The track was the only thing he trusted. He had found things half burried and had collected some of those items from the ancient days. Black Feathers sewed up like in the image, covered his shoulders partly. A broken watch tied to his right ankle. And a mirror stuck in his belt who served nothing but to keep the grey rags from vanishing. He got up before the sun would. Because...just because. Man always had to be the first at something. At one thing at least. The beast would reign over its domain.