dane_valek

And so began the first day of a solitary time. That same solitary time would lead only to more in the near future. What a self-perpetuating cycle. Yet, in such a quiet space, promise was to be had. Things that have never been said, or heard, before brewed inside the solitary mind. Little things that have been gathering force for so long, but all searched for the right medium. The vehicle of their transport. The train arrived at the station days ago where these visions boarded; and with tickets in hand, they hurdled forth into existence.