Mid-afternoon, he looks around and sees clouds enveloping a series of mountains and a view which lasted miles with trails which lead to an imaginary land. He is standing in the final compartment of a passenger train but this isn’t like any other usual train you would come by. The last coach neither had a roof nor any seats. He walks up to the railings to the side to observe the view better. Down below he notices the bogeys were being carried towards his paradoxical destination by what looked like iron ropes barely supporting the chassis and had chances tumbling the whole vehicle into a void deep deep down a never-ending abyss. He reaches his hand out to catch a passing fog but it melts in his palm because of the warmth in his hands. Destruction always led to a creation of something more useless, as it may seem on first sight. He looks around again looking for any signs of company and notices he is alone. The train gradually enters into a dark cave while he encounters a vision. He sees a girl, someone he loves and is in high risk of hurting herself. He knew she would destroy him but he was willing to be wrecked if that’s what it took to see her smile. He sees she is in danger and as a final attempt to rescue her he has to sacrifice himself. The vision now turns into a nightmare where he sees himself being surrounded by fire while the girl tries to shuffle herself out to safety. Slowly as the scorching flames cover his body the last image he could see was the girl running away from him. He knew he had to give up and shut his eyes now to end it all. His eyes are anyhow forced shut as the blinding light of the sun hits the train as it exits the cave. The door to the next compartment opens up and he turns around to see the girl walking up to him as she slowly reaches out to his wet hand. The conversation was spontaneous with the girl showing no signs of emotion as they spoke. They spoke about spectrum of light and the colors of the rainbow till the sun vanished behind the faint lines of the mountain.
Under the moonlight they entertained themselves with light comedy and meaningless philosophies. The night never seemed to end. He loved her truly, she knew this but she wanted something else. She was happy with him, that I dare say not, she knew this too. She had a heart pure enough to complement the wicked thoughts in her mind. It tickled her to see the guy getting impatient expecting more out of this conversation. Eventually the journey had to end. He looks around one more time at the empty bogey and realizes the whole vehicles is slowly swaying. The girl lets go of his wet hand and starts backing to the door only to notice its locked from the inside.
The train is jerking now and the couple try to hold on to the railings just as one of the bogies loses balance off the iron rails and lurches into the deep abyss followed by the line of bogies in a chain reaction. He grips at the railings as the girl manages to grab his legs just as the last bogey dives to its final destination. His wet hand makes him lose his grip on the railing and they plummet down to a now visible burning bridge. The guy lands face front to only get his whole body wrapped up by the burning boards of the bridge. As the scorching fire rips the skin and flesh off his body he pleads the girl to let go and climb up to the end of the bridge. Those were the only words he could suffice as the fire had already blinded his eyes and tightly wrapped wood around his neck had made him deaf. He holds on to one end of the bridge. He dies of suffocation. The girl weeps.
Creation and destruction are equally balanced. Everything that begins must also end. Nothing is destroyed but the illusion of individuality. Destruction opens the path for new creation, a new opportunity for the beauty and drama of illusion to appear.