Something happens at ninety seven miles per hour on a dark road. Lights start to tilt towards an unknown source. Your view funnels into a specific cone of vision of that specific moment. Everything on the road starts getting detached from it. Becomes transparent.. unimportant.. unreal. Nothing is in front of you. And all that's behind you is the thunder of your screaming engine.
You'er on an open ended highway. Striking the asphalt harder than tornado.
Are you lost? Do you feel the frost? On you... Can I trust? On the road. On you.
Wind's pushing your chest. Wants to throw you out of your ride.
You're resisting. Resisting the force. Resisting to leave her behind. You made a promise ones to keep her. Nothing will ever get in front of you.
No cages.
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