Mutipov Stories

'she said i only love my bed and my mama im sorry' 'what am I now?'

When people die, there is somewhere they go. Not heaven. Not hell. Somewhere you've never heard of. Unless bound to a place by unfinished business, any spirit, no matter their age, no matter their species, no matter their realm, they'll wake up there, Stacja Czyściec. A train with a single looping carriage for each soul. No reflection, no memory. Try to leave for another carriage? The doors loop back to yours; try to jump out of the train into the endless void of stars and darkness? You won't fall far before you appear back where you belong; try as you might you can't escape. So get used to your new home, and your new body you can't see... and the voice in your head calling itself the conductor.