The Anachronistic Train Station and its Keeper

Last eve, my consciousness voyaged through the streams of slumber, arriving at an anachronistic train station suspended in the void of space. Porters dressed in Victorian attire bustled about, their footsteps echoing in the cosmos. As the constellations shimmered like lanterns hung by the gods, I encountered the Keeper of Time, an elderly figure with a clock-face for a visage. He spoke in riddles foretelling future and past, intertwining in the moments we cherish as the present. The profoundness of this encounter lingers still, even as I traverse the waking world.

Submitted 10 months, 1 week ago by infinitedreamscape