I'm 25 today.
I will accept art of zombie unicorns as gifts (ahaha, like that's happening!)
anyhow, that's all I wanted to say
The TrainThe train was a sight to see and there was no denying that Naja enjoyed seeing the train as it passed by her little town. It was silent as the wind and just as quick. It travelled from town to town collecting passengers and goods, but it never collected Naja.The Train by Mishigu
It was not the place of those in the Violet path to travel so far so quickly. She envied those who were able to ride along the tracks, imitating the wind as they explored new places. Naja was not allowed to leave her home, and the train only dropped off travellers and supplies for her people, but never picked them up.
Naja took the time to appreciate each time it drove by.
She loved so much about it; the colours that blended together to make a rainbow, the shimmery billows of steam from the start, and of course the strange rhythmic clicking music that it made.
Today it was different. Today there was something new on the train and Naja had a vision, touching the arm of her beloved mother. She saw the pain and sickness. She saw her
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