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Under the unrelenting yellow-orange glow of an endless afternoon, the Datsun 240Z is parked at a funky roadside gas station, its golden headlights bouncing off the glossy, pastel-colored gas pumps. The station’s bright pink and mint-green exterior looks freshly painted, yet the inside is dark, abandoned, shelves stocked with faded soda bottles and dusty magazines from 1972. The chrome side mirrors reflect the mirage-like distortion of the empty desert highway, leading to nowhere. A bright "Cold Drinks! 10¢" sign flickers on the side of the building, yet the vending machine beside it hums with power, though it's filled with nothing but static on its digital display. <lora:Liminal-Space-Flux:0.75> <lora:ral-nssndtsn:1>