Train Station
Clunking and Screeching, the frozen engine kicked into motion, pushing the sleek, modern train down the beaten, old track and into the black. Even after the train had left, the sound of the pulsing locomotives pounded through the night, until the deep booms of its powerful thrusts quietened down to gentle beats in the heart of the night.
Mist swirled gently across the now empty track, covering in the wispy blanket. The track was now hidden beneath a mysterious layer, like a deep secret or a myth. If anyone would’ve been there to see it, they would’ve have questioned whether the track was really there or not, for the mist kept the track, the mist controlled the track. The frozen mist began to spread, billowing up onto the platform, flooding it, burying it. The mist just grew and grew until it had covered the platform too and after it had finally engulfed the entire station it began to rise. Oh how the mist rose, reaching up into the sky and putting out the stars. After the mist was done, only the silver glow of the moon feebly peered through the mess.
