Troufanets

I saw a dilapidated train car resting at the end of the platform, like a mythical beast taking refuge in the utter darkness. Its peeling paint revealed layers of ancient times, and on its windows, silvery dust gleamed, like the ashes of a recently extinguished star, as if it had come into existence on its own to carry a mysterious secret.

And as I approached, its door emitted a sound like a cautious gasp, as if it were aware of a new traveler. No sooner had I stepped onto its threshold than a strong light erupted and it suddenly moved, and the world outside the windows receded as if pages were being pulled from between the covers of a book!