At first, there was only one passenger in the carriage of the train.
A lone writer, wearing all white from head to toe, black and white hair styled as a long mullet. Grey eyes curiously scanned the white book decorated in gold in their hands, before they turned to a blank page.
They lowered their head, an almost melancholic smile appearing on their pale features as their fingers nimbly wrote in the tired pages balancing in their lap.
Their white combat boots swung back and forth in the cool water that filled the train, which was just at the height of the seats.
It didn't even seem like they were affected by the body of water, as their long suit blazer seemed to just blow in the breeze.
Their left hand gently adjusted the insanely long white sleeves that split from the shoulder, before focusing back onto the book in their hands.
The train didn't seem to show any signs of stopping, yet slowly, people found their way into the seats of the carriage.
Some were people that came in pairs or groups, others came by their lonesome. Most didn't even mind or take notice for where they were, except for one or two odd passengers that stared at the writer in curiosity.
There were people, animals, even kids.
Eventually, the writer bought their head up and the same smile stayed on their fatigued features as they tucked their pen behind their ear.
"Some of the them know each other. Others don't even come from the same world. Yet here they are, on the train to eternity." Their voice whispered, but one person with black hair, with growing vitiligo heard them, just faintly.
"They do not even know who I am, yet I know them all. Their life, their death and their past. Their friends, their enemies and their flaws."
They turned their eyes to the windows, a train through the universe as they circled planets and solar systems.
A calm melody played through the speakers, filling the empty silence of space. You could barely hear the chatter between passengers.
"Please remain seated as we travel through The Past. Enjoy the view."
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The Train To The Past | A Series Of Short Stories
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