Marvel83' - Dawn To Dusk -

A wall of amber light swept across the desert. It didn't burn; it hummed. Leo felt the static electricity lift the hair on his arms. For three minutes, the "Dawn" phase of the song held a single, soaring note. In that light, he saw the ghosts of the old world—the silhouettes of palm trees that weren't there anymore, the flickering outline of a girl he’d met a thousand cycles ago, laughing in the rearview mirror.

The air in New Eden didn’t smell like ozone anymore; it smelled like cinnamon and old cassette tape. Marvel83' - Dawn To Dusk

Leo started the engine. The Celica’s headlights cut through the morning haze, amber and low. He didn't have a destination, just a full tank of gas and a loop-tape that made the end of the world feel like a beginning. He shifted into gear and drove toward the sun, disappearing into the golden haze where the music and the horizon became the same thing. A wall of amber light swept across the desert