The Infinite Commute to Nowhere

puncakbukit (78)in #photography • 2 days ago

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The train journey began as a peaceful blur of emerald fields and distant treelines, but the repetition has become a trap. Every time you blink, the landscape resets. The same muddy canal banks and stagnant water pass by in a sickening loop, yet the sky remains a permanent, bruised grey. You realize with a jolt of cold dread that the train has no doors, and the glass is thick enough to muffle any sound from the outside world.

As the motion-blurred greenery streaks past, you notice something wrong with the reflections in the water. While the train hurtles forward at an impossible speed, the figures standing in the reeds are perfectly still and impossibly sharp. They aren’t people; they are elongated shadows with pale, featureless faces, all turned toward your window. Each time the loop restarts, they are standing several feet closer to the tracks, their long limbs twitching in sync with the rhythmic clack-clack of the wheels.

The air inside the carriage begins to smell like wet earth and stagnant algae. You press your face against the window, desperate to see a station or a sign of life, but the horizon is stretching into an infinite, flat void. The train begins to slow down, not for a stop, but because the tracks are disappearing into the mud ahead. Just as the wheels grind to a final, screeching halt, a cold, damp hand presses against the glass from the outside, matching the exact position of your own.

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