Brick
The yellow brick road was a glorious sight at first glance. It stretched on for miles and miles, seemingly never ending, the bricks shining bright beneath the golden sun. Many lost travelers were guided by it's path, and it was revered by many more.
But with a closer look the bricks were worn and cracked, not built strong enough to withstand the constant use. It wasn't a very direct path, sometimes twisting and turning almost aimlessly, unsure of the destination it was trying to reach.
Glinda felt a far greater connection with the bricks than she'd ever dare to admit.