Imagine a path that has always been there, with stations hidden from sight, manifesting only in the mindscape's shadow. You stand waiting, not for time to pass, but for space to arrive. This train, an intrasystem vessel, travels not through circuits or tunnels, but through your pasts and possibles. Could it be that you have nodded to the conductor before? Seen these same stars etching their trails in the dark sky above? The clickity-clack, a beat in the cadence of wandering hearts, finds a place in your chest.
There's an embrace in its journey, a promise of more hidden within its whistle. Giving voice to familiar contours of the abstract, it dares you to remember. No station unseen, no stop unheard. Glance, then dive into a fleeting memory better than the reality you wake to, therethenagain moments found at
the cradle.