A stoic train conductor stands at the front of an endless, spectral train, their crisp, old-fashioned uniform untouched by time. The dim lan...

A stoic train conductor stands at the front of an endless, spectral train, their crisp, old-fashioned uniform untouched by time. The dim lantern in their hand flickers, casting long shadows through the mist-filled carriage. Behind them, rows of ghostly passengers sit in solemn silence, their translucent ...

A stoic train conductor of Middle-Eastern descent stands at the front of an infinite, spectral train, their neat, vintage uniform untouched by time. The soft glow from the lantern in their hand causes dramatic shadows to stretch through the hazy carriage. Behind the conductor, rows of phantom-like passengers ...