The road disappeared over the rise of a hill.

In that time the road disappeared under the white powder of crushed rocks.

A few days more, perhaps, and the ancient road would disappear.

Ahead was a stretch of open country before the road disappeared into another forest.

Then the road disappears, leaving only blue sky to fill the windshield.

A road runs between them and disappears into the background.

At the foot of the hill, the road disappeared between great trees that almost hid the sun.

The road continued beyond, but disappeared into a starry sky.

The road, already chewed up by countless feet, disappeared into water ahead.

If left to itself the road would disappear in three months.