Protagonist’s travels…


The interior of the train was dunk, dark and chilly. A. had the impression she was sitting in a compartment taken straight from the previous era, when industrial revolution was just beginning. And on top of it somebody dunked the old train into the murky lake full of slimy plants.

She was sickened with the stench of mold that permeated every wall and material in the tiny space.

Her seat was squishy and felt funny when she sat on it. She tried to touch it as little as possible.

The air tasted stale and cold.

The journey felt like a ride down the oesophagus of a giant fish.


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