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Looking outside the moving train, journing to the land beyond, piloted by none but know's it's direction. No stops, no stations, we just keep going till we all transcend or fizzle out of this train. Having different sections housing different races, characters and behaviours yet still able to roll on the track with wheels neglecting friction, still able to break the force of the wind and other opposing forces and still retain it's ability. I think we have passed here before and I wonder, this train just move in circles and we only see what we have seen before because we reflect on them, but for every revolution there is always a green land.