But you’re already back at the menu. Selecting the same car. Same weather. Same city.
You park. The engine dies. The city freezes mid-frame. The red-umbrella woman is half a step into the street, her foot hovering over nothing. serial.ws city car driving
You press “Drive.” The sedan shudders to life, engine note canned but familiar. Left blinker, check mirror, merge. The algorithm blesses you with a green wave. Three lights, synchronized like a metronome. You obey. But you’re already back at the menu