❝In the tale of fate, the red string connects us all, but not every thread leads to a soulmate.❞
In a world where love is entwined with fate, an abandoned conductor escapes the confines of an unnatural train into a universe he's forgotten.
As he nav...
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The Bound Line Express, for all its eerie reputation and whispered horrors, wasn't born of malice. Its intention, at the heart of it, was simple: to guide souls to their destined counterparts, their soulmates. It was a promise of fulfillment, of connection so deep that it transcended dimensions, leading passengers to a universe where their hearts would find peace.
But the train was ruthless in its execution.
It didn't bend for whims or desires. It only knew the path it was meant to take, indifferent to human frailty. Those who had no soulmate—those whose strings of fate had long since unraveled—found themselves in the harshest isolation.
For them, the Bound Line wasn't a bridge to love but a descent into loneliness, leaving them stranded in worlds where they no longer belonged.
If fate had been cruel, the train was even crueler.
It never turned back, never offered second chances. Passengers who boarded hoping to find completion in love often found themselves cast into realms where time stood still, where they'd wait endlessly for something that was never meant for them.
The Bound Line was neither kind nor forgiving, but it followed the ancient laws of love—those fortunate enough to be bound by the red string would find their way to their soulmate. But for the rest, the train offered nothing but a cold, empty journey to nowhere.
