Maybe in another life-formula 1

Prologue

The commentator's voice crackled through the static, strained with urgency. "The visibility at the Spa circuit is deteriorating rapidly," he announced, his tone laced with anxiety.

"Indeed, many drivers are reporting near-zero visibility," his co-commentator added.

 "The backsplash from the cars is extraordinary. Most are now on slicks, moving much slower as the rain shows no sign of letting up."

Despite the worsening conditions, the race pressed on. "Shockingly, we haven't seen a red flag yet," the commentator continued, disbelief evident in his voice.

Through the relentless downpour, one car stood out. "It seems that all the cars are slowing down, except one—Angelus Reyes! There he goes down the straight, heading towards Eau Rouge."

"And finally the race has been red-flagged" announced the commentator momentarily releifed.

Over the radio, a frantic message crackled. "Angelus, red flag! Red flag!"

But the warning fell on deaf ears. The commentator's voice tightened with concern. "It seems that Reyes cannot hear the radio. He's just passed the pit lane."

"Angelus!" The desperation in the voice over the radio was palpable.

The rain pounded the track mercilessly, turning it into a treacherous ribbon of asphalt. The commentator's voice dropped to a near whisper, filled with dread. "The car is slipping everywhere... this does not look good. His radio is not working, Someone needs to wave the flags now."

As the rain hammered down, the wheels of Reyes's car lost their grip. The vehicle skidded and spun out of control, careening towards the notorious Eau Rouge. The world seemed to hold its breath as the car hit the curve at a perilous angle.

The car lifted off the ground, flipping violently into the air. The impact with the barrier was a deafening crash, metal twisting and screeching. Flames burst from the brakes, casting a hellish glow against the stormy sky.

A pained groan echoed over the radio. 

"Angelus, can you hear us?" The plea was urgent, filled with fear. "Angelus, are you okay?"

The camera zoomed in on the twisted wreckage, smoke, and steam billowing into the sky. Race marshalls sprinted towards the scene, their bright suits stark against the gloom. The world watched in agonizing silence, every second stretching into an eternity.

Inside the car, everything was chaos. The world spun and tilted, the screech of metal and the roar of flames a disorienting. As the car hung upside down, everything went black. Outside, the rescue team reached the car, frantically working to extinguish the flames.

 There was no movement in the cockpit no sound. The commentator's voice trembled with emotion. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing a nightmare. Let's hope and pray that Angelus Reyes is okay."