He spawned on the beach in his starter car, a rickety pile of scrap with a tiny, sputtering engine. He drove forward. The engine coughed, the suspension squeaked, and the wind blew gently through the digital trees.

Leo frowned. "Whatever," he muttered. "Stupid anti-cheat flavor text."

The save file was gone.

In the end, Alex decided to use the cheats sparingly, appreciating the freedom they offered while also engaging with the game as it was meant to be played. This balance allowed for a renewed appreciation of Trailmakers, both for its challenges and its creative liberties.