Sad Train

The train stretches into the frozen distance like a sentence without end:steel, shadow, and sorrow merging in the pale hush of winter. Faces press against the glass, silent and hollow-eyed, their reflections merging with the barren trees outside. Every window feels like a memory sealed in frost, every gaze a story the cold refuses to erase. The snow swallows the sound of movement, leaving only the rhythm of wheels and breath : a hymn for all departures that never find return. The sky itself seems to bow beneath the weight of what has been lost. ❄️ I am profoundly moved by this image : it speaks of endurance within despair, of humanity persisting even when warmth has fled. Congratulations for your picture , Niko Ne3na !