Night falls, enveloping the city in a velvety shadow. Maxime, at the wheel of his convertible, glides along the Promenade de la Croisette, the lights of the palm trees and shops reflected on the wet asphalt. The silence is disturbed only by the purr of the engine and the soft whisper of the wind in his hair. He feels king of this night, invincible and free, the stars above him like diamonds scattered across a black sky. Alone, he dances with the shadows, master of his own universe.