Underbelly
Beneath the towering frame of the truck lies a shadowed, mechanical underworld—a labyrinth of steel and sinew, coated in grime and the echoes of long-forgotten roads. The rust-bitten chassis stretches like the ribcage of some sleeping beast, its bolts and rivets holding the weight of countless miles. A web of cables and hoses, slick with oil and dust, pulses with the truck’s lifeblood, whispering secrets of pressure and power. The axles, thick and unyielding, bear the scars of a thousand burdens, while the exhaust pipe, blackened and scarred, exhales the breath of a roaring giant. Here, in the depths of machinery and metal, the road’s fury is absorbed, and the relentless march of time is etched into every groove and weld.
