I dreamed I was a train conductor in a city of silence

I stood on the platform, not a single soul around, just the low hum of the tracks beneath my feet. The trains came without doors, empty cars that glided in and out like breaths. I didn’t speak to anyone—no one needed to. There was no schedule, only the rhythm of arrival and departure. When I closed my eyes, I could hear the names of people who’d once ridden here, faint as dust on glass. I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and the quiet certainty that some journeys don’t need destinations.