~ pulling this one off the shelf ~
Threading through the universe are railways that deliver the dead to the Great Beyond, and traveling those rails is a cursed individual with no place to go. Caught between life and death, the man resigns himself to the tendrils of dark that wrap around his body like cocoon. Days and night are all the same. One day, it'll all disappear. At the edge of a shore-- in a place that that time forgot-- with the illusionary sunrise painting the rubble gold-- A wayward soul watches the sky, and the journey begins with a gift.
