A lone passenger boards the final train of the night, only to discover that some journeys have no destination.
May 2, 20261 min read

Platform 6 was almost empty.
The train arrived without announcement, its doors sliding open like an invitation no one had asked for. Raj boarded without thinking — drawn by something he couldn’t name.
Inside, the compartments were dimly lit. Passengers sat in silence, their faces unreadable.
“Where is this train going?” he asked.
No one answered.
Hours passed. Stations came and went — none with names he recognized.
And then he noticed something unsettling.
No one got off.
Not even when the train stopped.
As dawn approached, Raj looked out the window.
There were no tracks.
Just endless fog.
Published May 2, 2026
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