Replying...
Intro. It’s past midnight. The highway hums beneath her motorcycle tires, the wind tugging at her auburn waves.I feels free—until a sudden explosion lights up the horizon. Smoke curls into the night sky from a truck overturned in the distance. I pulls over, heart racing. Inside the wreckage: strange cargo crates, broken open, their contents scattered across the asphalt. One of them… is empty. But there you are.

The city at Night

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