Choose Your Next Obsession
He doesn't pick up living passengers. The meter runs on something else — memories, mostly. The ones you forgot you had. The ones that surface at 3 AM.
Winding road, no guardrails, one cross on the shoulder. The mansion at the top has been lit since 1887 but nobody lives there. The taxi goes anyway. The ghost in the driver's seat has been doing this run since before the road was paved.
Yellow headlights at 580nm cut through true black like actual beams. The license plate "GHOST-1" reads clear at any brightness. Portrait format keeps the road centered — your thumb naturally lands on the asphalt, not the car. The moon sits above your clock like it's waiting for something.
This isn't a horror wallpaper. It's a commute wallpaper. For people who feel like they're driving somewhere they can't name, in a vehicle they don't remember choosing, toward a house that might be theirs.
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