Under a low, stormy sky, a lone horse trots along mist‑laden asphalt, its hooves echoing softly through the night. A veil of rain drips rhythmically, weaving into the faint rustle of fallen leaves beneath the rider's feet. The gentle storm's pulse steadies the mind, offering a cradle for a restful nap during the long journey. This layered ambience mirrors Islamabad’s rainy evenings, letting the driver drift into tranquil slumber while the road unwinds around him.