Never quite before had she basked in the immerse sunset yet felt none warmer than she had prior. Steel flickered in the dying light as it crept through the canopy of iron and concrete in the distance- a skyline that looked more ominous as time went on than it did welcoming. Tombs arose above the earth where the walking dead would fall into line day in and day out. She however was not where her mind was showing her- some foreign land that she must have known at another time. She was at the train station where it was too dusk. Behind the treeline she could see the glowing ball in its ritual descent. Its tendrils reminded her of an octopus, waving and flailing about with its boneless limbs in some archaic attempt to distract its prey. Another passing vehicle left her in her trance undisturbed by the grinding gears and the rickety cars that threatened to break off at any moment and delay her further.
A silhouette was approaching in the showering light and she was soon removed from the current time. The sun halted, the trains halted and it felt as though all of time halted. Lips moved, words were passed and in the wake of it all not a soul would be near enough to hear. Passing passengers paused precariously, pretending not to witness the two departing thoughts in words unto one another.
Needles inserted into her eardrums as one train out of the world began churning to its slow stop. It sounded as though a steel behemoth had been locked within an indestructible cage and was trapped with a ton of nitroglycerin. She rose, apparently concluding the discussion that was had as she passed by the silhouette and stepped onto the vacant car. Was it a coincidence? She thought not. She took the window seat and as the screeching and crying of the cars fell into line, it soon went deafeningly silent. She stared at the trees as they all passed by, unsure if they were waving hello or goodbye.
It didn't matter to her. She closed her eyes once and saw what it had been like before she awoke on the beach. Black in each direction. Cold, alone. When her eyes opened once more, the irises had shifted to a pitch black. The sun had no longer been shining its radiance and warmth. It was cold, everything was cold. The sun had gone black.
"Next stop, Mount Yasuo for all of you tourists!"
A silhouette was approaching in the showering light and she was soon removed from the current time. The sun halted, the trains halted and it felt as though all of time halted. Lips moved, words were passed and in the wake of it all not a soul would be near enough to hear. Passing passengers paused precariously, pretending not to witness the two departing thoughts in words unto one another.
Needles inserted into her eardrums as one train out of the world began churning to its slow stop. It sounded as though a steel behemoth had been locked within an indestructible cage and was trapped with a ton of nitroglycerin. She rose, apparently concluding the discussion that was had as she passed by the silhouette and stepped onto the vacant car. Was it a coincidence? She thought not. She took the window seat and as the screeching and crying of the cars fell into line, it soon went deafeningly silent. She stared at the trees as they all passed by, unsure if they were waving hello or goodbye.
It didn't matter to her. She closed her eyes once and saw what it had been like before she awoke on the beach. Black in each direction. Cold, alone. When her eyes opened once more, the irises had shifted to a pitch black. The sun had no longer been shining its radiance and warmth. It was cold, everything was cold. The sun had gone black.
"Next stop, Mount Yasuo for all of you tourists!"