Engines groan beneath celestial weight, Two silhouettes perched where myth meets machine. Their antlers cut through neon haze, Carving a highway to nowhere, While echoes of hooves haunt the frost-bitten streets. Headlights burn like borrowed suns, Paving paths to forgotten dreams. Inside the glass, a driver stares, At the beasts pulling him backward, Through the wreckage of time and tinsel.