He climbed back into the driver's seat, the leather worn and smelling of gasoline and old air fresheners. He shifted into gear, the shifter clicking with mechanical precision. As the song reached its atmospheric peak, he merged onto the empty asphalt ribbon of the highway.
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He took off his headphones and let them hang around his neck. The silence of the morning was heavy, broken only by the distant sound of a train and the ticking of his cooling engine. He had reached the destination he didn't know he was looking for: a moment of absolute stillness. He climbed back into the driver's seat, the
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For these few minutes, however, the road was his. The music was a barrier, a shield against the noise of reality. He pushed the throttle down, feeling the turbo spool up with a high-pitched whistle that harmonized with the synth. The car surged forward, a white streak against the rising sun.
As the first true heat of the day touched the windshield, Kaito lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl into the light. The "Sunrise" had come, and with it, the world returned to its frantic, noisy self. But for a brief, phonk-infused moment, he had been the only person alive in a city made of dreams and steel.