Rue Yim woke into motion.
Not gently.
Not slowly.
She woke running.
Her feet struck metal.
—clack—clack—
The sound chased her.
Or led her.
She couldn't tell anymore.
Her breath tore through her chest.
"I remember."
The words came out ragged.
Half belief.
Half desperation.
Because something—
Something had clicked.
Not fully.
Not cleanly.
But enough.
"The train isn't just holding the worlds."
Her voice shook.
"It's rewriting them."
The realization pulsed through her mind.
Each carriage.
Each door.
Each life.
Not separate.
Iterations.
Tested.
Discarded.
Refined.
Her fingers curled into fists.
"And she's doing it again."
Saya.
The name burned.
Her vision flickered.
The corridor stretched.
Warped.
As if the train itself reacted to the thought.
"Another spell."
Her breath hitched.
"Of course she would."
Consume.
Rewrite.
Absorb.
Not just one world.
All of them.
Every version.
Until nothing existed outside her control.
