A curved road can fool a traveler.
The deeper the turn goes, the prettier the lights become. Billboards glow like promises. Windows sing. The night feels endless in the best way.
So the traveler keeps driving.
Then one quiet moment arrives. A glance at the rearview mirror.
The road behind is still there. Just smaller now.
And somehow, the road back feels longer than the road that led away.
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