A weary Uber driver grips the steering wheel under fractured neon light in Los Angeles' 2:14 a.m. haze, empty streets reflecting sliding electric scars on the windshield as the car's tired engine hums beneath ghostly whispers of tires. In the backseat, a silhouetted passenger's animated gestures cast jagged shadows across leather seats, their ceaseless chatter echoing through the vehicle's glass cage while neon-drenched storefronts bleed through windows like spectral liquid, painting the dashboard with restless hues of urban insomnia. See more