The fog twisted into the shape of a starting gate. It dropped—not with a mechanical clatter, but with the soft, wet sound of a lid closing on a coffin.
A voice came from everywhere and nowhere. It sounded like gravel being poured over a church bell. moto x halloween
The helmet faded. The bike faded. The fog swallowed everything except the jump. The fog twisted into the shape of a starting gate
Customizing your bike and helmet is a staple of Moto X Halloween. MOTO X SPOOKY LAND but with the soft