ㅤ       ☬  𝐑 𝐀 𝐂 𝐄 𝐑 : 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇-𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃
              
               a racer who lives for the excite
               of speed and the thunder of the motor.
               With nerves of steel and a tireless
               drive, he pushes the limits
               on each damn track.

            ( 🛞 ±𝟐𝟖𝙆𝙈 : 𝙍𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙧—𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 )

         His   reflexes    are    razor-sharp,  
         and   his  center  is  faithful,  permitting
         him  to  explore  tight  corners  and
         high-speed  straights  with  accuracy.
         each  race  tests  his  aptitude  and 
         assurance,  doing   combating   not   fair  
         competitors   but   the   clock.
                 ───────────────

         ⏧ 𝙇 𝙄 𝙑 𝙀 𝙏 𝙃 𝙀 • 𝙏 𝙃 𝙍 𝙄 𝙇 𝙇

    「 off   the  track ,  his   enthusiasm  for 
        dashing   characterizes    him,   driving   him   
        ato   continually.   make   strides  and  
        chase    the   following   win. his   travel  
        is   one  of  adrenaline    and 
        aspiration,   demonstrating   that   genuine  
        racers  are   born   from  a   adore  of  the
        don    and   a  crave   to  be   the   most. 」

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ     MANHOOD: EXPEDITE ON A
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ              RELINQUISHED ROAD (XII)

焌黑 ── Inside the unfrequented boulevard, the azure was beginning to turn pitch black. There was a huge, muscle-bound, and well-built man. Rapidity up his motorcycle, letting the crank up prepollency his physique. Letting the general public, even the wind, invade his body.

⎋. (‘I, MELANCHOLY─S.) Initial perception of good-looking gentleman whose abilities glow like celestial bodies in heavens and is renowned. ☠️

𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘, you're hit with glacial fluorescence strobing tunneling vision, slurred palms motoring inebriated commotion, and smothered ashes wavering bloodless lips in retrieval of their voice.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ(𝑴𝑼𝑭𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ& 𝑺𝑾𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑵 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺)

it's almost electric; the vestigial jolting pulse meeting white knuckles. a crack of your igneous rib warps the mold of your chest like freshly heated wax; erratic pupils wide enough to swallow your sins.
ice draws your breath and cautions your stars of the silver moon, a painful devour.

𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲: “born from away, I hope life will be full of one's breathing literacy.”

📍Chicago, the way where it's located, is buried in a peat enshrined with white roses as a sign of its sanctity.

𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭
𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯
𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵

“The voice was shrill, it made me even cringe just to hear it for the umpteenth time, it was rejected."