Hippo Airport Travel
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Hippo’s father clutched the freshly scratched-off lottery ticket, his calloused hands trembling as he squinted at the smudged symbols. A low whistle escaped his lips—not cash or gadgets, but a weathered envelope stamped with a crescent moon and an address scrawled in metallic ink. “Pack your bags, kid,” he muttered, tossing Hippo a rusted key tied to a map speckled with glowing coordinates. Outside, a shadowy bus idled, its destination screen flickering: *Now Boarding: Voyage to the Unknown*. The engine growled to life as Hippo scrambled aboard, the seats empty except for a cloaked driver who grinned, revealing teeth like cracked porcelain. Somewhere beyond the fog-choked horizon, a clock tower tolled, its chimes echoing with promises of riddles, relics, and a secret that hummed in their bones.
