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Somehow the railroad disappeared, as well as the train that was supposed to be here.

Look around, where is everything?

And now you're hearing music nobody was ever supposed to hear.

"h̵̳̚e̶̬͐l̴͚̈́l̶̹͊o̷̭̚ ̶̛̜ț̶̋h̸̰̔e̵͓͌ṛ̵̆e̷̩͑." A voice calls, it's singing, calling out to your attention. Standing on the expanse where the train used to be.

Looks like someone has come out to play.

"Hi?" You're confused, scared, the cold feels stronger. All the heat sapped away.

"ḁ̷̇ŕ̶̯ẻ̸̢ ̸̖͘y̶̟̎ö̷̰́u̷̮͗ ̶̺̃a̸̞͠l̴̻͐r̶̝̐i̴͔̅g̶͈̑h̷͔́t̵̖̍?̴͚͛" Her skin is super pale, it's ghostly. Her eyes are voids, you want to go away. But where do you go? Your way home is gone.

"Yes?"

The stranger steps closer, things disappear with her. The trees, the ground.

N̶̫̔ȍ̵͖t̶̲̽ḧ̶̰ĩ̸͙n̶̪͂g̶̻̍ ̶̠̏ẇ̸̤ả̵͍s̸͇͠ ̵̰̿t̴̫͝h̷͔̄e̴̖̚r̴̳̐e̵̬͑

̴͔͠N̷̯͗o̵̖͗t̸̲̉ẖ̸̀i̶̮͝n̵̜̈g̶̤̈ ̵̬̀i̶̲͌s̷̭̓ ̷̡́t̵̠̓ȟ̶̦e̴̘̕r̸̯͠e̵͕̿

̴̱̋S̸̛̤h̷̠͛o̶̰͑ȕ̸̝l̷͖̉d̷͓́ ̷̪͆i̴̘͠t̵͆͜ ̷͚̾b̷͚̾ę̶̀ ̶͓̽t̵͓̂h̶̛͉è̸̖r̸̛̥ẹ̸́?̶͎̋

"What is happening?"

h̴͇͝ä̶̢́p̸͙̂p̴̝͌e̷̤̋n̵̛̩ȋ̵͉n̶̖̐g̵͉̿

The sky is gone, the stars aren't real. The moon is gone.

Everything is gone.

What's the time? Where are you?

"l̸͖̽e̷͉̊t̴̺̃ ̷̖͆g̸̥̔ȯ̷͍" Her hand touches your skin, blesses you with it's smoothness. Blisters follow, cracking in pain and pleasure.

"What?" You hiss for multiple reasons, a nightmare? a dream? what's happening.

"g̵̥̾o̵̚͜,̷͓̑ ̸̗̍w̴̱̎ě̵͈ ̸̢͐c̵̬̐a̷͍̅n̸̠̓'̷̖̀ẗ̴̤́ ̴̰͐d̸̲̐o̶͚̚ ̸̼̀t̴̲̅h̴̪͌î̷̭s̸͖͆ ̸̧̍ä̵̭́n̵̤̽y̷̱̔ṁ̵̞ȍ̵̺r̸̠̔ē̴̺" Her hair becomes blonde, her features faintly recognisable.

You are floating.

The air feels like water.

"I, I've tried."

"ņ̶̚ő̴͖t̸͉̽ ̷̹͛ė̵̩n̴̛̟o̸̟̕u̶̘̾g̸̩̓h̵͙́"

"How can you say that?"

You only wanted to go meet a friend tonight But it’s over now so good night.

The world is gone. She's all that remains.

That's how it's been.

Not like this. That's not what you've wanted.

The blood wasn't your fault.

You didn't mean to.

"ạ̵̛c̴͍͌c̸̺͂è̵͔p̶̳̉t̵̜̀ ̵̇ͅw̴̻̄h̴͓̐a̴̺͗t̷̡͝ ̴̥̍y̸̮͆ộ̶ǘ̵̱'̴̗̇ṽ̶̢e̸̦̚ ̴̆͜d̵̮͛o̷͈͆n̵͚̏e̵̤͐,̷̧̔ ̷̲̐l̸̪̈́ȇ̵̤t̵͍̀ ̸̖̽m̸͓͘è̴͔ ̵̝̄b̸͕͆e̶̙͑ ̴͎̿f̶̳͑r̷̭̓e̸̝͐e̴͙͗" Her words are sharp, they cut through your flesh and leave blood of its own.

Both of you are bleeding.

It wasn't your fault.

It wasn't her fault.

The world is getting dark, you must let go.

For her.

For you.

You tighten your hand around your own neck, your leg kicks her. Your lungs are running out of oxygen.

But it'll be over, for the two of you.

The sky may be gone.

But it will not get darker. The world will be bright again.

Without you two in it.