I'm on a train, it's pitch black, and I have no idea how far this train will go, or if it will ever stop, and if there is a light at the end of it all. I feel like I have no control, because this is a runaway train, there is no driver, and I cant stop it, because of the utter darkness.
I am in the night land, and grim horrors await outside the carriage. I want to stop, go back to where I was before, inside the light and the warmth, but I think that the train goes in a striaght line away from the place I used to be, and I have no idea where it will end. It's cold, and I don't have enough warm clothes. I can't find anything to put on myself, and I can't find the light-switch. I can hear the distant howling of the darkhounds, and I know they are out there, seeking for me, because I think I know their nature. They are fowl and viscious, and they seek to comsume my soul. I have to find a way to turn the train around.
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