Meet Train - Embarkation -v1.0.0- -cat Language- | 500+ Latest |

Inside, compartments hum with lives stacked like sunbeams. I choose one that smells of rain and a distant piano. A window is a bright fish; I press my nose to the glass and leave a foggy comet. Nearby, a human folds themselves the way a blanket folds—a deliberate, patient creature. They offer a biscuit; I decline with a dignified flick of ear. Pride is a warm patch on a radiator.