Beneath the cerulean dawn of a long-forgotten epoch, where the vestiges of railways meander across vast celestial plains, there whispered the harmonies of a time unfroze—the station awoke only to the refrain of ghostly echoes.
Herein lie the lines—lines sketched in ephemeral twilight that charted paths beyond the present's grasp... Whisper and resonance that drip ever in the cascade of bygone memories clinging tenderly to the ether.
The carriages of dreams sway gentle upon these rails, each a vessel toward endless horizons painted with the sigh of violet dusk. Awaiting the passionate embrace of travelers lost to the sepulcher of the known world, where reality disassembles before the sacred artistry of the unfathomable.