Meet Train - Embarkation -v1.0.0- -cat Language- < 2025 >

At each stop, doors open like lungs. Strangers arrive, strangers depart. With each exchange the carriage accumulates small treasures: a lost glove that smells of lavender, a ticket stub scribbled with a joke, a map of imagined constellations. I collect these with my glance, tucking them into the soft cathedral of memory. My paws find the strap above me; I loop a talon and hold on like a secret.