Dvrst - — Sunrise

For these few minutes, however, the road was his. The music was a barrier, a shield against the noise of reality. He pushed the throttle down, feeling the turbo spool up with a high-pitched whistle that harmonized with the synth. The car surged forward, a white streak against the rising sun.

As the track’s cowbell melody danced over the deep, distorted bass, Kaito watched the first pale sliver of gray cut through the smog on the horizon. It wasn't a beautiful sunrise in the traditional sense; it was a gritty, industrial awakening. The orange light caught the edges of the skyscrapers, turning the glass into sheets of liquid copper. DVRST - Sunrise

The bass thumped against his chest, a steady heartbeat for a man who spent his life in the fast lane. But as the melody drifted into its softer, more melancholic notes, Kaito felt the weight of the city. He thought of the millions of people waking up in cramped apartments, the grinding gears of the corporate machine beginning to turn, and the endless cycle of the day ahead. For these few minutes, however, the road was his

As the first true heat of the day touched the windshield, Kaito lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl into the light. The "Sunrise" had come, and with it, the world returned to its frantic, noisy self. But for a brief, phonk-infused moment, he had been the only person alive in a city made of dreams and steel. The car surged forward, a white streak against

He climbed back into the driver's seat, the leather worn and smelling of gasoline and old air fresheners. He shifted into gear, the shifter clicking with mechanical precision. As the song reached its atmospheric peak, he merged onto the empty asphalt ribbon of the highway.