I dream about myself in an ethereal nightmare of a train that gallops out of control, fading in a pitch black mouth, for it to arise in the diurnal slope of an ancient dilemma. Reaching on top of a hill, I spot my family members’ bodies tied up to the railways. Death’s throbs present me with a choice. Do I change the railway and I hit a group of children who party happily in the former wrecked …
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