Phantom Express Terminus

At the Phantom Express Terminus, the air is thick with dread, where a spectral conductor ushers the damned aboard a locomotive bound for oblivion. The wails of the departed echo through the mist, as faces twisted in eternal anguish peer from the windows of the stalled carriages. The tracks, shrouded in fog, lead to an unknown fate, while the station’s clock, unhinged from time, spirals into chaos, marking the departure of souls into the abyss