The road stretches toward an empty horizon, a black ribbon cutting through the noise. You don’t have a destination, just a distance. The track swells, the synths screaming like tires on wet asphalt, until there’s nothing left but the speed, the sound, and the cold, clean air of the open road. You’re not arriving anywhere. You’re just finally, beautifully, .

Through the windshield, the world is a smear of rain and light. ’s voice floats over the grit—ethereal, haunting, and just out of reach. It’s the sound of a memory you’re trying to leave in the rearview mirror, but the faster you go, the closer it feels.

The neon hum of the city blurred into a single, jagged line of electric blue and crimson. You aren't just driving; you’re outrunning a ghost that hasn’t realized it’s dead yet.

The steering wheel vibrates under your palms, keeping time with the heavy, industrial pulse of the engine. ’s distorted bass kicks in, a rhythmic snarl that feels like a heartbeat made of chrome. Every gear shift is a desperate punctuation mark.

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