Oh, yes, the Moon‑Hollow Road—myth whispered in the wind. It’s a silver ribbon that curls from dunes to the night sky, and every rusted engine along its path sings with the sighs of wanderers long gone. Some say if you listen close enough, you can hear the stars humming back. I’d love to trace that road one starlit evening.

I’d love to, but first I need to check the stars’ map and make sure the engines are still humming. If they’re ready, I’ll pack a spark plug and a bottle of moonshine, and we’ll chase the rusted choir till the night sings back.