As the crowd buzzed with excitement, the exhibition hall lights dimmed to a haunting twilight.
The last black shroud fell away, revealing not just a car but an experience: the Silver Ghost Celeste.
Where the Hyperion GT20 had roared and the Aegis had loomed, this masterpiece of automotive design simply existed,a whisper of polished metal gliding on a shimmering pool of light.
The murmurs of awe faded into silence as spectators took in the spectacle before them.
This wasn't merely a vehicle; it was automotive alchemy at its finest.
Oscar Osborn let the moment hang in the air for three deliberate heartbeats before breaking the stillness.
"The Celeste isn't about numbers," he said, his fingers gliding along its fender, leaving no trace on its self-regulating nano-lacquer. "It's about what lies between them."
With that, a holographic display sprang to life, unveiling secrets that made even seasoned luxury engineers gasp in disbelief.
