To this day, they say if you drive through the Lithuanian forests at midnight and listen closely to a passing Audi, you won't just hear an engine. You’ll hear the hymn—the song of the Four Rings, echoing through the pines, forever moving forward.
"That is the introduction," Viktoras whispered over the idle. "Now, you must write the chorus." Daina apie Audin Audi himnas
He pulled over at a cliffside and pulled out his notebook. He didn't write sheet music; he wrote feelings. He wrote about the four silver rings representing the union of four spirits. He wrote about the silence of the luxury interior contrasted with the violence of the acceleration. To this day, they say if you drive