A train, red as blood and with golden lining, raced over wide expanse of tundra, whose horizon was crowned with a dark expanse of trees. In the 14th carriage what seems to be a boy, is about to appear.
There is a rumbling. Pistons? The word pops into my mind with no warning. my mind? What are these wonders that salute the dawn of my existence, my existence? I exist yet what am I in this darkened void? Where all that exists are my thoughts? Wait what's that, a new sound? It's like my thoughts but aloud. Speech? "Wake up open your eyes!" What? I have in-deliberately shortened my abilities! I must open these things, eyes. As I do the world around me is revealed, a small compartment of vanished wood. a glass sliding door seperates it from the corridor. I am sat on one of two seats
