02/27/2026
The cab was dark, rusted, and swallowed by the sea.
Control levers stood frozen in place, cables hanging behind them like dead vines.
In the chair sat the engineer—still facing forward, still close to the throttle, as if time had stopped in the middle of his final decision.
I reached out and moved the lever just enough to hear it break loose.
What came next was not just dust or decay…
it was like the whole train had been holding its breath for years.
