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Strassenbahn. The Solitary Night Train
They say that when the city falls fully into darkness and the streets surrender to silence, certain legendary trains begin to run again—not to carry passengers across neighborhoods, but across time itself. Their metal bodies roar against the rails like awakened beasts, echoing through stations long forgotten, where shadows remember names no one speaks anymore. Riding them is not a journey forward or back, but sideways through memory: past autumn nights, vanished lights, and cities that no longer exist except in the vibration of steel on steel. You do not arrive changed by distance, but by the quiet certainty that time, like these trains, never truly stops—it only passes through the night unseen. The unmade
Strassenbahn. The Solitary Night Train
They say that when the city falls fully into darkness and the streets surrender to silence, certain legendary trains begin to run again—not to carry passengers across neighborhoods, but across time itself. Their metal bodies roar against the rails like awakened beasts, echoing through stations long forgotten, where shadows remember names no one speaks anymore. Riding them is not a journey forward or back, but sideways through memory: past autumn nights, vanished lights, and cities that no longer exist except in the vibration of steel on steel. You do not arrive changed by distance, but by the quiet certainty that time, like these trains, never truly stops—it only passes through the night unseen. The unmade