Voidtrain -

Before him lay a single, rusted trolley sitting on a rail that stretched into an infinite, pastel-hued nebula. There was no ground, only floating debris, giant gravity-defying boulders, and the rhythmic thrum of a world that felt alive.

The storm didn't just howl; it screamed in a language of ice and static. Elias, an engineer who had spent his life fixing things that were never meant to break, stumbled through the blinding white of a mountain pass until he found it: a cabin that shouldn't have been there. Voidtrain

"I see you’ve found the controls," a witty, disembodied voice echoed—the , whose dry humor became Elias’s only constant companion. "Try not to break it immediately. We’re quite short on spare realities." Before him lay a single, rusted trolley sitting