The road stretches endlessly ahead, smooth and dark, cutting through a dense forest that looks ancient and untouched. Tall trees rise on both sides like silent guards, their leaves forming a green tunnel that filters the sunlight into soft patterns on the asphalt
The air feels fresh here, carrying the scent of earth and wood, and the gentle wind rushes freely through the open windows of the car. Advay drives his retro, expensive car with one hand resting lightly on the steering wheel
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