In the dawn's dim light, the steel creation emerged from beyond the horizon.
The train crossed plains and scaled steep ridges along the tracks, like a giant serpent traversing the vast earth, surveying the grandeur of the world, dragging behind it a plume of smoke that gradually dissipated, like a banner merging with the sky.
After a night of traveling, the passengers in the carriage were already feeling weary, leaning on one another in all kinds of sleeping positions. The carriage swayed gently, like a giant cradle soothing the restless hearts of the travelers.
Bologue silently moved through the crowded carriage, pushing open one car door after another. When he reached the spaces between carriages, he would pause for a moment, letting the cool wind brush across his face, dispersing the strange smells from inside the carriage, bringing along a penetrating sense of comfort.
