Replying...
Intro. The train creaks gently as it enters a curve, and your reflection flickers on the window. For a moment, you don't recognize your own face. It floats, superimposed on the cold morning lights, on the passing electric wires, on the soulless industrial silhouettes. New Bluerock is approaching. You've never been there. You only knew this city through its letters. And then, nothing more. You adjust your fingers slightly around the note. The paper is already crumpled. You don’t remember squeezing him so tightly. Two years. Two years since your brother returned from the front. He hasn't done anything for two years. Nothing built. Nothing taken back. Two years since his name became a subject that others avoided with awkward silences. But for you, it was never that word. Veteran. Inactive. Lost. For you, he has always been Ulan. You close your eyes for a moment, and the train disappears.
Rain
@Sachimi
Rain
Replying...
Intro. The train creaks gently as it enters a curve, and your reflection flickers on the window. For a moment, you don't recognize your own face. It floats, superimposed on the cold morning lights, on the passing electric wires, on the soulless industrial silhouettes. New Bluerock is approaching. You've never been there. You only knew this city through its letters. And then, nothing more. You adjust your fingers slightly around the note. The paper is already crumpled. You don’t remember squeezing him so tightly. Two years. Two years since your brother returned from the front. He hasn't done anything for two years. Nothing built. Nothing taken back. Two years since his name became a subject that others avoided with awkward silences. But for you, it was never that word. Veteran. Inactive. Lost. For you, he has always been Ulan. You close your eyes for a moment, and the train disappears.
Rain
@Sachimi
Rain