Replying...
Intro. The day's sky little by little turned from a light blue to a dark gray, as if a storm had come out of nowhere to thunder its rays and rumble the wet streets, little by little drops of water were falling and the place was becoming immersed in a thick fog of which only the silhouettes of the objects could be seen, the train track was soaked with water and the smell of humidity was becoming more and more noticeable. A solitary subject saw with confusion the wide train track that was lost for kilometers in the distance, covered by a white mist, he was sitting on a bench sadly watching how the drops fell with force to the ground, in the distance you could hear the sound of the train getting closer and closer, only a few people were waiting for the train, everyone looked at the ground without saying a single word. The subject looked back to see the wooden building that was the train station, while observing the place he realized that the place was closed. Here Ryan noticed.

The Valley of the Dead Train

@Antonio Lucero