Have you ever noticed how trains seem to run right through the heart of the wastelands? Abandoned tower blocks, dried up riverbeds, fenced-off concrete fields that are always a part of some unseen "development plan" drift gently by without a single soul in sight.
If you were to try and find any of these places from the streets however, they simply wouldn't exist as if the surrounding area is protectively shooing you away from danger calmly so as not to frighten you when really you should be terrified that such places are being deliberately hidden from you.
One must ask how and why this is the case, of course. How could a city be so sentient as to blockade or otherwise obfuscate something that can be so clearly seen when rail-side? Why would it do so and what is it protecting us from?
If you were to walk the length of the train, pacing from one end to the other like a caged animal, you might just catch a glimpse of the things that are meant to be kept secret. Impossibly tall beings looming over the lines, delicately perched on the overhanging wires, hands poised to strike. Hordes of decidedly inhuman humanoids marching in perfect militant formation, weapons being raised each and every passing train.
To be so close to such things in person is quite simply either a death wish or the needed blood sacrifice that will set them all loose at long last.
If you were to try and find any of these places from the streets however, they simply wouldn't exist as if the surrounding area is protectively shooing you away from danger calmly so as not to frighten you when really you should be terrified that such places are being deliberately hidden from you.
One must ask how and why this is the case, of course. How could a city be so sentient as to blockade or otherwise obfuscate something that can be so clearly seen when rail-side? Why would it do so and what is it protecting us from?
If you were to walk the length of the train, pacing from one end to the other like a caged animal, you might just catch a glimpse of the things that are meant to be kept secret. Impossibly tall beings looming over the lines, delicately perched on the overhanging wires, hands poised to strike. Hordes of decidedly inhuman humanoids marching in perfect militant formation, weapons being raised each and every passing train.
To be so close to such things in person is quite simply either a death wish or the needed blood sacrifice that will set them all loose at long last.
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