As the wheels of the truck rumbled along the highway, Reign hummed under his breath.
"Country Road, take me home… to a place… where I beloooong!!!" he sang out, his voice filled with nostalgia as he drummed the beat on the steering wheel.
His head bobbed up and down to the rhythm, his eyes focused on the road ahead but his mind drifting to memories of his past life.
The familiar melody of a hundreds of years old song filled the vehicle, blending with the steady hum of the engine.
With each verse, his voice grew stronger, echoing through the empty stretches of road ahead.
The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the landscape.
He had been flying for so long, moving fast and quick, that he decided to appreciate the charm of driving a diesel-powered truck while polluting the environment.
Because in a world filled with miasma, who cared about pollution anyway?
