Last night, I was on a train that felt like it had no destination. The seats were empty, and the lights flickered as if the train had been abandoned for years. Outside the window, the view kept changing—first mountains covered in snow, then a desert under a burning sun, and later, glowing futuristic cities. I tried pulling the emergency chain, but nothing happened. There was a sense that I was being carried somewhere important, but I woke up before the train ever stopped.
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