Soon, Elliot guided the vehicle across the bridge, the steady hum of the engine blending with the faint pull of distant tides as we moved toward the coast. I sat beside him, my senses gradually settling into the rhythm of the drive, and a quiet excitement rose within me as I took in the responsiveness of the car beneath my control. It felt alive in my hands, like a spirit that responded to intent rather than force.
Oh, I love this car… it moves like something untamed, free to run without restraint.
Not long after, we reached a coastal stretch of open road, wide and empty, where the usual presence of other vehicles—and their accompanying pack energies—was absent. The isolation made the space feel larger, more controlled, as though it had been set aside intentionally for focus. Elliot slowed, then stepped out, signaling for me to take the driver's seat.
