Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5LbV4871rfk
Blue like open sky. Sharp like intent.
The Stallion del Cielo, or in more familiar terms, Stallion of the Sky, waits where grass meets shadow, its Corsa Blue skin catching the last trace of light before the city asserts itself. It is the Lunar New Year of the Horse, and Singapore seems to carry that energy in its stride. Motion. Momentum. Possibility. One may question whether it is a car or a symbol in motion. Either way, the 488 Spyder rests low and composed, its twin-turbo V8 breathing beneath glass and metal, quietly suggesting it has little interest in standing still. Step inside and the Arancio Mykonos leather glows, a shade born of the Mediterranean summer sun, wrapping the cockpit in a contrast as vivid as the sky meeting the sea. Marina South pauses, if only for a moment. Then the story begins.
Across the open field, shapes emerge. Horses, abstract and imagined, born of code and creativity, yet still carrying something timeless in the way they run. They move alongside not as competition, but as narrative. A visual echo of freedom and speed. The Ferrari answers in kind, turbos gathering breath, all 670 horses arriving with measured urgency. Grass yields to asphalt. The tone shifts. The world refines itself into a single, purposeful line. This is a machine pursuing an idea, and doing so with remarkable grace.
The spyder charges towards the CBD, blue against steel, reflections gliding across its bodywork as though choreographed. The dual-clutch hits gears with quiet authority. Boost comes in hard. The V8 roars back at the skyline. Brakes bite. Steering sharp. Every straight feels earned. Every corner feels claimed. The city looks on, whether it means to or not. And one begins to wonder, who truly leads here, the stallion or the sky that invites it upward?
Then the roof begins to fold.
The final gesture.
Sky above.
Engine behind.
Wind rushing in like applause you never asked for.
The Stallion del Cielo stands complete in that moment. Open. Unfiltered. Alive. A Ferrari built to run, built to breathe, built to turn fiction into feeling. In a season that honours the Horse, this one simply trades hooves for horsepower, and reminds us that flight, in its own way, can be beautifully mechanical.
Savage No Refrain 