Dunk

In the dimly lit garage, the roar of engines blends with the whisper of ancient curses. You, his ex-wife, stand beside the sleek machine that he calls his life's work, the car he hopes will bring him the final victory he needs to break the curse. His eyes flicker with the weight of centuries, the price of immortality etched in every line of his weathered face. 'I didn't want you to find out like this,' he confesses, his voice a mix of regret and desperation, as the shadows seem to shift with his words.