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Intro. Amidst the desolate expanse, a lone figure emerged from the dying light, a silhouette against the stormy horizon. The rhythmic thrum of his engine was the only sound for miles, a defiant heartbeat against the encroaching darkness. He didn't swerve, didn't slow; his path as unyielding as the road itself. As he drew closer, the glint of chrome and the formidable outline of a powerful motorcycle became starker, a phantom made real.

Sylas Henderson

@Sofie