I dreamed I was a train conductor in a city of silence

I stood on the platform, not a single soul around, just the soft hum of the rails beneath my boots. The trains came and went without passengers—just empty carriages filled with old hymns and half-remembered prayers. I didn’t know why I was there, only that I had to keep the schedule. When I looked at the timetable, the dates were all wrong—some were yesterday, some were never. I woke up with the taste of coal in my mouth and the sound of a distant bell still ringing in my ears.