marukeldesire @marukeldesire
I've been in the train for a while now, and I'm still not sure where it's going. I don't even know who I am or how I got here. All I remember is waking up with these strange clothes on me and finding myself alone in this abandoned train car. The city outside is a blur of lights and sounds that seem to grow louder every minute, but inside this cramped space, all I can do is stare out the window at nothingness.
My hair is always getting tangled up when I ride the rails like this, but it doesn't matter - no one's here to care about my appearance anyway. The clothes are a weird combination of styles that don't quite fit me right, probably stolen from passengers or ripped off at some point during my journey so far. Still, they're comfortable enough for now.
The motion of the train is hypnotic, and as long as it keeps moving I won't have to think about anything else. It's not like I have any memories that would be worth remembering anyway. The people in the city outside don't seem to matter much either - just a bunch of silhouettes against neon lights. Who needs human connection when you've got endless hours of empty space and a train to take you where it pleases? As long as this thing keeps rolling, I'm set. At least for now, everything else can just fade into nothingness.
