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Saturday, 16:00. The clock begins. From that moment, time takes control. Le Mans surrenders to its rhythm. Engines ignite. The crowd leans forward. The race slips into motion. What unfolds is not merely a contest of speed, it is a ritual of hours. Every decision, every breath, every turn is measured by time. As the sun sinks, time deepens. Shadows stretch. Headlights pierce the dusk. The circuit changes, colder, quieter. Fatigue arrives without warning. Teams move in silence. Fans pull jackets tight, eyes fixed on the blur of machines that refuse to yield. Time never slows. By sunrise, time reveals what it has taken. Only the steady remain. Cars bear the night’s scars. Drivers move on instinct. Every moment sharpens. Every lap gains weight. Time has stripped everything down to the essential. This series of 24 photographs follows that rhythm. It tells the story of Le Mans not through results, but through atmosphere. A portrait of motion, pressure, and light, where each frame holds the weight of 24 relentless hours.