The person up ahead stares at that who asks the putrid request, their gaze giving off disgust. They remain stationary while holding on to the sign, not daring to dignify the request with a response.

The person up ahead awaits with a basket of candy, colors of orange, red and blue wrappers filling the space within.

'This way for Trick-or-Treaters. No U-Turns. It may seem like a low amount of candy now, but soon you'll have your bags filled to the brim.'

'Remember the phrase to get your candy.'

The person up ahead pulls out a wooden sign from within its clothing.

It begins to hammer the wooden point into the ground with a fist.

'The pathway is for all. You will be swept up in traffic the moment you enter.'

'For some, other paths open. The god of traffic offers this to you.'

The person up ahead flashes a thumbs up towards the responder.

'Safe choice. It may not seem busy now, but soon you'd slow to a crawl.'

'Safe travels. Until next time.'

It smiled warmly.

The responder suddenly felt the weight of a 55 MPH Speed Sign appear on their back, almost as a parting gift.

Hm. A hooded figure is showing the way to the whale I see! Why thank you, kind person. Yes... I will remember your good deed!

Navigators! You saw the sign! We set sail! Full sail!

The person up ahead holds a wooden pole with a rectangle nailed to the front. Across the length of the square is a link to a website written in bright blue.
What could this mean?
highwaydevotee.straw.page

Everyone is following the same rules to traverse this social media platform. In any case, Bluesky is for everyone.
I assure you, the owner of this internet webway won't forgive cheap shortcuts like that.

<Hi Bluesky people! Hi Project Moon people!>