TomSalvaDaMatis
A man boards the train like any other passenger, quiet and lost in his thoughts. He does not yet know that this is not an ordinary journey, but a passage toward his own destiny. The wheels of the train begin to move, and their steady rhythm echoes like a heartbeat time that stops for no one.
Inside the carriage, the air is heavy with the past. In the reflection of the window he sees his face, but behind it rise memories: words that should never have been spoken, actions that should have been left undone, and opportunities he failed to seize. Every choice has been like a rail guiding the train forward. All actions have their consequences, and nothing halts by the power of regret alone.
The train does not ask whether he is ready. It moves forward relentlessly. But within the man, something changes. He stops fighting his past and begins to see it as part of a greater whole. Destiny is not a punishment, but a mirror. And as the final station approaches, he no longer feels only fear, but also understanding: life was not perfect, but it was his.