Stories from The Train

The train has a name. Of course it does. All things have names, even if no one knows what they are. But names have power, so people don't often go throwing theirs around lightly. And no one knows exactly what the train's name is. Well. Except probably the bartender. But the bartender doesn't talk to just anyone.

You are in The Train, a machine that is hurtling its fragile body down a track that constructs itself as The Train travels. You have been here for longer than most of the other passengers, and you are more lost than any of them.