The cold and bright blue water splashed loudly under the wheels of the train. Water lay in all directions, with no end in sight. The train sped up, and a small and quiet hum consisted throughout the trip. A small and lonely dock approached the trains view as it halted to a stop. An eyeless abomination with seven mouths boarded the train. The train started up again with that very faithful hum. About an hour later, the abomination exited the train, permanently. The evening glow of the sun reflected on the water blissfully, and the train came to another halt. Four linear parabolic bold heads clashed together under the falling sky, creating sparks and explosions of stars. One lone man boarded the train. He sat, took out his pen, and wrote:
God fears no man. God is all man. All man serves god, but god serves no one. I'm writing this to say I̴̩̖̍ ̸̢͈̫̦̞̓̍́͒k̸̦͈̼̼͊n̸͕͈͙͓̑ͅȍ̸̼̟̣̀̈́̊͘͜w̸̭̆̅̋ ̷̨̳̣͔̩͒͊͂́w̴͕̺͒̀̐͋h̷̖̣̭̥̟̃͐͐͂̆ȏ̵̜̥̠̫̏́̍̕ ̸͓͙͛͊ͅI̸̳̘̿ ̵̞́͆̄ã̷̙̻m̷̧͙̭̙͒͐̈́.̶̨͉̟̦̹̈́̈́̀͝. God has disproven the existence of a higher god. Therefore, I am god.
He signed it and placed it on the seat. He exited the train, headed off to the sixth station. The train started up again, and silently buzzed throughout the night. An hour later, the train came to a halt, but this time, no one boarded. Perhaps the train had run out of people to board, or perhaps the train had gone too far. Nevertheless, the train continued into the dreary night, headed for the 8th station. The train persistently navigated on, only stopping to pick up no one, travelling nowhere endlessly. It just drove on, throughout the night, throughout the day, for years and years on end, never stopping. where it was going? no one knew. who got on it? no one knew. somewhere out there, the train still exists, forever travelling into a dark abyss of nothing, never boarded, stopping for nobody.
