Rush hour is the symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through steel jungles, their patience wearing with every minute that ticks by. Engines roar, a cacophony of noise that pounds through the city. Each car is an own little prison, trapping people in waves of frustrated humanity. Time crawls by, and the only thing that appe

Rush hour is an symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through asphalt jungles, their patience fading with every minute that ticks by. Traffic screams, a cacophony of noise that pounds through the city. Each car is an own little prison, trapping passengers in waves of frustrated humanity. The clock seems to stand still, and t

Rush hour is a symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through asphalt jungles, their patience fading with every minute that ticks by. Engines roar, a cacophony of noise that pounds through the city. Each car is its own little prison, trapping passengers in torrents of frustrated humanity. Minutes stretch into hours, and the o

Rush hour is an symphony of brake lights and frustrated sighs. Drivers crawl through concrete jungles, their patience wearing with every minute that ticks by. Traffic screams, a cacophony of noise that echoes through the city. Each car is its own little prison, trapping people in torrents of frustrated humanity. The clock seems to stand still, and