It’s autumn, late summer. Or winter without snow. The road is curvy but smooth, surrounded by saturated woods and rocks replacing one another. A yellow line splits the road. The driver is telling a story, turning over the shoulder for an eye contact. The road continues onto a long bridge that tricks one into thinking it’s straight, but it turns slightly. Continuing straight leads off the bridge. It's as if the road guard was never there. The car smoothly dives into the river where emerald ripples from a desktop wallpaper float in extended five seconds. Trivial stories, other attempts to create an authentic experience is not needed anymore. The moment is real.