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A glimmer of silver cuts across the metal car bonnet, glowing up my face with the wet artificial lights outside. My body taped to the seat, the reflective world outside orbits us as we drive in silence. I want to utter something out maybe to make sense of what is occurring in my reality but I don’t, instead I wait. A hum of sound buzzes from the car machine, filling up the space that isn’t already full with the feeling of anticipation and newness.  

You are a lover of the night
you see what the day is too shy to reveal.

— The End —