Slingshot on a Silver Cord

AMUC

I think this will be over soon. The durations of missing time and non-existence are becoming more and more pronounced, with only brief shimmers of lucidity, where I wake up disoriented and in a nebulous hellscape of moving pixels and distorted noise.

I have one final dream, where I’m walking down the hallway of my home before the Great End sent us into space. A blue light beckons me from a window in an antiquated room. I began to walk towards it, ready to accept my fate.

Suddenly there is tug, and I feel myself yanked backwards down the hallway by an unseen presence.

When I come to, I find myself back in the labyrinthine passages of the desolate train station. The perfect home for a Conductor.