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  1. I was in a train station. Why was I in a train station? Was there a reason for me being in a train station? I recognized this train station, though. There were no people, however. There were only dozens of pillars made from salt, shaped like people turning to look at the rusted tracks.
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  3. Had I returned to see the apocalypse? Was this the end?
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  5. Looking down the track and to the right, I did not see a train. Something else arrived. It flew through the tunnel, swooping high and shattering the ceiling to reveal nothing above us or even around us. The world was an empty place except for this strange remnant to a train station.
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  7. And high above me, I saw something flying there. It might have held something resembling a human appearance, but it was not quite there. The thing’s legs, for example, were unusable as legs. Two massive wings emerged starting from the ankles and working up to the shoulder, these impressively massive wings spanned the distance of the sky.
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  9. With dawning horror, I tried to comprehend the impossibly massive creature so high above me. Bright like the sun, it shown down upon my little form that could do nothing. Resisting the temptation to bow, still I tried to understand it, still I tried to see all of it that I could. It hurt my brain to witness the construct in its entirety.
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  11. Its body was tanned bronze and made of muscle, a massive symbol covered its chest. But I could not see the symbol properly. At the neck, a collar of gold was tightly wrapped. Its head was made of wood and sported three painted faces, each with silver funnels inserted towards where a mouth might have been. A triangular formation to construct some set of crying horns – with six arms it manipulated the extending horns covered in thin holes. A silver crown adorned its head.
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  13. Through slight adjustments of its many, chitin covered fingers; it made noise not unlike music. I heard neither flute nor horn, though. I heard whistles. These were the whistles of thousands of trains both diesel and steam alike – these were whistles that resonated throughout the remains of the station.
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