Once every year, a train runs through the mountains that separated my home, O'Khasis, from the rest of the world. On the train, there is a normal crew, any crew you can think of with multiple passengers. The train takes a two hour trip to the nearest station to where the workers and people there find the train to be completely empty of it's passengers but, the crew remains. Dazed and lost in the whole situation. This has been going ever since November of 1817. At this point, people have honestly given up on solving the mystery of what happens on that train on that faithful trip. Except for me. ••• #1 in Glaze->July 4th, 2019