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the first train

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The train car is familiar to you, the rhythm of wheels over nonexistent tracks almost comforting.

But for the first time, you are alone. 

There are no passengers. No shadowy creatures with bodies like ink, eyes pinpoints of glowing red and mismatched green, watching you, always—

You are alone. 

You reach up and pinch your cheek. You expect the vertigo, the lurch in your stomach that accompanies waking up. Nothing happens.

The train rumbles on. 

Outside the windows, there is nothing but the void.

Now you finally realize what you should have known all along: The dream will never end.